Olivia shot him a look. “Blue.” she replied as she got up. “Oh, do you have to go?” Phil asked, noting her sudden change as she reached for he... backpack.“No,” she replied as she left. Just like that, it was over. Phil sat for a while longer, collecting his thoughts. The whole school knew him, and appreciated him, and yet here she was. He reasoned to himself that she was part of the introverted community that didn’t care about the extroverts of the school - maybe even a kingpin figure in the. " How do you mean?" Like earlier. Where you said you NEED to know what was wrong with your speech, a woman might have said that she'd like to know. More than a few would even start with a polite question, asking if I could tell them what was wrong rather than just saying that they needed to know." And I didn't do that. I'm sorry; that was rather rude of me." Well, not too rude, after all, that is what the group is there for, at least in part, to help refine the presentation of our inner. I loved it though as he slid in and he reacheda certain spot. It sent waves of pleasure through meand I told him to speed up."You want it faster little whore? Deeper too?" he asked."Yes, god, faster!"One wave would hit and before it went away he wasthrusting into me and another wave would come. Soonthey built up until it was all I could feel. I was jammingon my clit, and I found myself muttering a kind of growlunder my breath as I felt the intensity build."Oh, god, that tight ass is going to. .and you should know a little sag to a woman's breasts jut make them softer to touch and jiggle that much more...and feel good to kiss, and for your legs, those little patches of veins are like pin-stripping on a custom car, it just adds to the show!" "Oh thank you for making me feel this way again, you know for many months I had a cold, sullen feeling inside...until that day in the barn I let my guard down and let you touch my breasts. Almost instantly I felt a warmness grow inside me and.