My eyes fell down to see his wet tip. “I think you can slide it in me now.” I said, trying to hide how eager I was for him to fuck me. I don’t t...ink I needed to make him wet. By now my pussy was staining the sheets, probably even the mattress itself. He dragged himself down my body, feeling his heavy cock trail down my torso. The closer it got to my hole the more excited I became. It must of turned him on to fuck my tits. Usually he rubs my clit with the head, or moves it up and down between my. She wants the physical release, we all do. She wants to share it with someone special, we mostly all do. But she also knows it's a commitment that she can't undo. She "undid" her relationship with Simone through therapy and could walk through life without anyone but God, Simone, and herself knowing.If we were to make a baby that would all change. There is no undoing that. Even an abortion leaves a deep scar on your soul you have to live with. Plus she could no longer say she had never been with. I heard him walk in and close the door behind him then walk to the night stand. I was nervous. I was totally exposed to a complete stranger that honestly could of come in with a knife and I'd of never known any better of it. Then I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the tearing of the condom wrapper and I felt relieved to know my fears were unfounded. He placed one hand on my ass and then I felt him slap his growing erection on my other cheek and the realization I was about to be. “I am sorry” she said. “I have never been drunk before; please don’t tell Kutwijf I was sick”“No problem” I replied “Just between you and me”. She smiled and closed her eyes again.Since I left she had changed her clothes, something a little less threadbare, but still cotton shorts and vest without a bra. I moved my hand from her hair to her back and backing rubbing her spine. With my other hand I slowly moved it down towards her chest and began rubbing her breasts over her shirt. I then moved.