Over the previous thirty-plus years, memories of Gaynor had frequently popped into my mind. Something or somewhere - a smell, a sight, a song - trigge...ed recollections. But now, this second time around, I couldn’t get through even one single day without thinking about her. Maybe it was because it was all too fresh, that it had just happened. I tried recollecting whether it was like that in the early days after our first parting. I suppose I hurt back then but I couldn’t feel that pain, not like. She could tell Paul’s cock had reached its rock hard limits in his pants. She pulled her wet finger out from between her legs and slid it into her mouth. She smiled seductively as Paul’s eyes were fixed on her finger sliding across her tongue. With a wicked wink at her husband, Andee then said, “You know, when my photographer at home shoots these kinds of photos, he makes me feel comfortable about getting naked by removing some of his own clothes.” Paul couldn’t muster much more than a boyish. She eventually started collecting special costumes to wear as she told her tales. An idea suddenly started to form in Amy's head. Smiling mischievously she got up from her bed, removing the vibrator from her cunt, where it had remained busy to this point.As she walked to the closet, her open pussy leaking her pussy juices onto her legs and the ground, she searched the different costumes, each one having its own multiple stories. Among her favorites was the fairy princess costume she had worn. “And you took her away!”Courtney’s nostrils were flaring, and her eyes were flashing with anger and framed with streaked mascara. But she was laughing. She looked crazy. She looked dangerous. “Stand up,” she said.I blinked. Courtney walked into the center of the living room and put her hands on her hips, twisting her bare feet on the hardwood floor as he went through ballet positions, her shredded leg muscles rippling as she flowed gracefully from one to another. I didn’t move. “Stand! Up!” she.