“Please what?” you say your tongue barely flicking over my pussy lips. “You know what!” I hiss, as one of your fingers presses into my core. ...��I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg.” I moan as your tongue flicks over me again. “Please, oh god please.” I can feel you smile as you take my clit between your lips and your tongue, worrying it until it’s hard and aching. “You like that, don’t you.” You say a single finger starts to probe my ass. “Yes, yes I do.” I manage to groan. “More,. I opt for a middle look. When all else fails, compromise.By quarter to eight, I felt that dolphin of excitement starting to leap and do its spinning ball trick in my stomach. As I waited for the taxi, what gave me the biggest thrill was the fact that, when I arrived at Jonah's, he wouldn't have a clue what was under my dress. Now that, my friends, makes my pussy wet.Finally, the cab arrived and Amjid is clearly quite taken with my legs. I caught him glancing at them, so I mischievously hitched. The contest was to design a special custom home. The project had some strict guidelines, although it was mostly a test of one’s ability to use computer-assisted design to create a blueprint and then display it. The classes I had taken gave me a strong background in the design work and use of the computer system, but I lacked much ability with the more artistic portions. My designs were solid and always met the demands of the assignment, but they tended to lack that final piece which made others. Too many nights have been interrupted with these nightmares, each of them different but somehow connected. When I wake from them, something odd takes place in my reality. This time it’s the suitcase, last time it was the bottle of mouthwash that mysteriously appeared on the bathroom counter. Maybe I’m losing my mind. Perhaps all of the stress over the last year has finally taken its toll and I’ve snapped. Maybe I forget small details like leaving the mouthwash out or packing a suitcase and.