Charlie was silently crying. She leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss.Charlie resumed talking after a deep sigh. I loved Charlene so much but, well,...I don't know ... it was different. I was always happy with her and we enjoyed each other's company but ... I was lonesome when we were apart but I was OK you know? With you, I love you in such a different way ... when we are together I can't stand not touching you, not kissing you. When we are apart, even if we are in the same house I feel empty,. Seconds later, she took hold of his sticky cock and speared it into her oily sex. He grunted like an animal. The tightness of her sex always made him grunt. Bracing a hand on the nape of his neck, the spiky haired woman began to undulate on him like a rodeo rider. Carly the cowgirl, she laughed to herself. Guaranteed to tame any wild stallion. Or mare, for that matter. The spiky haired woman fucked down on him like a dervish, fuelled by what he’d confided when she’d arrived at his house. He’d. She had to join the rabble in thestalls where they were crammed in on bare wooden benches, far furtheraway from the stage than she'd ever sat. The uncouth peasants justchattered and shouted anyway. She didn't know why they were even there.To cap it all she saw her mother and sister take box seats as the playstarted.She tried to ignore the racket from the heathens around her. The play wasShakespeare, which she'd always loved. But whether it was the shufflingaround her, the discomfort of the. )"Yes of course," she said, adding "I'll leave the room and you can borrow it if you like!"Well, I must admit, being the curious person I am, even more intriguing thoughts were now flashing through my head, but I was still a little shocked, mostly about Sarah's unexpected openness, I suppose - openness about something which up till then had been a closed subject.I blurted out something that sounds pretty stupid now : "But, I don't know how to use it!"This, of course, cracked her up, and we both.