Anyway, the wife didn't like her and went to her cousin's for the night. We watched a little TV and then she wanted to play dolls with me. The dolls w...re play-like kissing, believe it or not - it was her idea!As we scooted the dolls closer and closer together, she'd reach over and tickle me and I tickled her back. She oozed out a sexy little smile and looked right in my eyes, then played like the doll said, "You like that, don't you?"Right out of the blue she said, "Look what I can do." She. .. i start to feel a warmth and wetness in my pussy. Mmmm my fingers rub and tease my nipples. I start to moan I sit in my chair, sipping my drink, my free hand strumming and squeezing my nipple. One foot on the table, my legs open. I am sooo wet that I can smell my sex... looking towards the files, i see a crumpled piece of paper with your number on it. Imagining your fingers on my body my pussy starts to ache and I shiver as i feel a gush of juice wet the chair. I instantly feel a sharp. I can see how much he cares for me just through the texts. I tell myself that we won’t have sex; it’ll just be two friends hanging out. I don’t need to fuck him every time I see him, do I? I settle on that being good enough, and wondering if I can actually keep my mind set on that. When he shows up, he kisses me softly and then on the forehead. I can’t help but feel flutters, but shake it off quickly. We pick a film, and start eating. I’m famished, and eat more than my share of food, thinking. Most of the fleeing Nazis were in custody. Their truck convoys had run into heavily armed roadblocks set up in their paths with the help of superb aerial reconnaisance organized by Laraine. Around her the murmur and babble of the large and festive crowd in the Great Hall mingled with the sound of a small, but competent orchestra, which was set up on the balcony near the main staircase. It all faded into the background a bit as Carole listened to Annette Hollidge's stories about Bess Truman's.