. oh god please!” from my mouth. “What?” you growled, “tell me what you want,” and I pleaded for your fingers, pleaded for your touch, for ...ou. The words fell from my lips and your fingers slid inside me, my wet pussy squeezing you as I bucked, unable to believe how good it felt until I felt your mouth suck my clit between your lips, flicking it with your tongue. You found the most sensitive part within seconds, and toyed with it, fast and furious, driving me to the edge and I could feel it. They weren’t friends. They weren’t co-workers. They had almost nothing in common. At worst, the pair had been nemeses unable to stand the sight of each other, at best united only by their inability to successfully resolve a relationship with a woman they both wanted. Truth told, for all Jahn cared, Greg could have dropped off the face of the earth. From the expression on Fiona’s face, it was clear she’d already made the connection whenever the scrappy tool had been introduced to her, and the. .After that whenever, I could find free time I used to be at my aunt’s place and slowly we became good friends…I used to help her out in the kitchen and keep talking some rubbish with her…but I did not know how to make the first move I used to tell her that she was very beautiful even after giving birth to two kids I used to keep flattering her she would just blush for everything. Once I told her that she had a perfect figure with a correct weight and she questioned me how much do u think I. She had shoulder length blonde hair, styled in a most complimentary way. She dressed in a business formal gray suit, which consisted of a fitted, knee length skirt, a white blouse and fitted suit jacket. She looked very classy. She was a woman that had grace and elegance in her every move.“My car is just out front,” she said.“Thank you again for picking me up, Samantha,” I said. She turned her head and looked at me for only a brief moment as we walked, her vibrant blue eyes locked with mine.