”“Don’t say that.”“It’s true. Isn’t it?”“No, it’s not.”“Yeah, sure.”He looked like he was going to cry. I was going to cry.�...�Jay? I love you.” I said in a very soft voice.He sat there not saying anything, just looking at the floor.“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked.“I want to say I love you too, Sue. I really do. I thought about it so much. I thought about us. I thought about how good that would be. But now I just don’t know. This week has me so confused. I feel like shit. This is not a. " You?" Yes. Since just after I started going out with Jim."Lauren picked up the soap and washed her arms and shoulders. Emma copied her, rubbing the big bar across her breasts and down to her navel."Want me to wash you?" asked Lauren."Yeah. That would be fun!" said Emma, grinning. "Shall I stand up?" OK, I'll do you legs first then your bottom." Lauren gripped her shins between her hands and rubbed up to her knees, first one leg then the other, her gaze lifting all the while to her pussy and. She remained silent for several more seconds before silencing the blizzard of white noise with an angry slap of her hand.“We’ll try again at the top of the hour. Sky, can you brew a fresh pot?” Sheila handed me her empty coffee cup. It was going to be a long night.“Well, that explains the hazy skies and gorgeous sunsets,” Sheila said as she poured a shot of brandy into her half-full coffee mug.“What explains what?” I looked around as I searched the Technicolor sky for the source of her. I wanted to know what her face looked like when she was just about to cum. What was her other hand doing when one was being used to guide the rubber cock in and out of her cunt? In my mind, I saw it slip down to her asshole, and I let my own hand follow suit. I placed one carefully soaped up hand and the entrance to my own hole and started to run my finger around the rim, similar to how my mother traced hers along the rim of her coffee mug as she questioned me about my porn stash. I slipped a.