That just made me more painfully awareof my condition just as I had been getting used to it. It onlycaused me to sob harder.Gary got down on the floor...before me, put his huge arms around meand tried to comfort me -- and for a minute, I let them stay. Ishuddered in his arms and slowly I began to calm down."Hormones," I spat out. "Give me good old testosterone any day.This estrogen crap is for the birds."I looked up at Gary and he was smiling. Good, that helped! Ithought to myself that I was sure. Fuck I desperately need to cum. Please.God I don't know if she's going to let me cummies or if she's done withme.A short pause and a soft oily fingers slowly, gently, stroke. . Please Ibeg. Fingers pull away.Fingers slowly caress, slowly stroke. After a short time I feel myselfbeginning to cum. Please I cry.Fuck I couldn't take anymore. Please stop! I prayed she wasn't done.Desperate fucking desire was overwhelming. Her soft delicate fingersreturned to her little dicklet, softly stroking. Fuck. My mouth covers her spread pussy lips. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouth and coating my face. I savor this new found flavor of her juices. I’ve often eaten her pussy filled with my cum. This taste is similar, but different. I don’t know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her secret desire to fuck someone else or because it was her and my first real sloppy seconds. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff cock. She cleaned off. Keeping her head ducked and her eyes trained in the opposite direction of the tub — and the large wall mirror above the sink — she scooped up his damp clothes from the sink basin and turned back to the doorway. ‘I’ll bring you clothes and after you’re dressed, I’ll take a look at the cut on your head. Yell if you need anything.’ ‘Towels,’ Caleb said suddenly. Peyton turned to the towel rack and saw it was indeed missing a few of her parents’ trademark towels. She reached into the cabinet and.