She asked me if I wanted her to prepare and how to prepare, my ears felt liked they started to turn a shade of reddish pink. I asked her if she could ...ring her nicest lingerie and about 2 or 3 hours before she would come, over to start drinking a glass of water every 30 or 40 minutes or so, or tea, or soda and just go to the toilet when she wanted but during peeing to stop 2 or 3 times in midstream just for 5 seconds at the time to practice her pelvic muscles, yes I've been reading up on. God, I mean, I guess in a really fucked up way there's a thin silver lining on this very dark cloud we've created. But that's the point; there is a dark cloud. What she did doesn't justify what we did. I've spent the last week and a half thinking I was a fucking home wrecker. I didn't know this shit was going on. I mean still, that's just fucked up, and two wrongs definitely don't make a right. But what we did...that's not me. That's not who I want to be." "I don't want to be that either,. He inched the slip down over her hips, marvelling at the transparency of her skin as her body became exposed. He knelt and tugged the shift down until it too, pooled around her ankles. He could smell her arousal in the muskiness, emanating from her sex, hidden by the heavy cotton panties. Mechanically, she stepped out of the pool of satin and returned to her former pose.He didn’t want to rush things, frightened that haste would scare her and ruin this moment. He wanted her to savour every. Even being fucked roughly for two days in a row, she still had the most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen.When I carefully inserted the last inch of it inside her, she winced and whimpered, expecting that I would push it deeper inside and end up touching her cervix, I'd bet on that. I went on and let only a small bit of it out to handle it. The yellow one was short, it wouldn't hurt her the way my dick did, so I removed my hand from her belly and I kept moving it in and out for a while,.