Before sleep took me, I remember Cathy sitting on the edge of my bed, her soft hand stroking my hair, saying to Mick, "Poor thing. She has been throug... hell."I didn't want her to go; I needed someone to hold me through the night. But we'd met only that week and were practically strangers. Maybe she did get naked and slip between the sheets and held me close, stayed until all my tears were spent. On the train and trying to read, I've abandoned any idea of sleep. The inside of my skull feels like. . very expressive. Who was it called the eyes the window of the soul? If that was true, he had a very attractive soul. And he controlled his eyes. I don’t mind a guy looking at me, but I much prefer that he looks at my eyes when we’re talking, rather than my bosom. I mean, I’m not spectacular in the chest region, but I know there’s enough – I’m a C cup – to be interesting to any hetero male. Conversation. Yeah. Once I got him talking it was obvious he was quite knowledgeable, with a quick wit.. His cock was so fucking hard, and I could see how wet it was from you.’ Her voice was jumpy due to the rapid motions of her arm. Laurie had heard, and had, enough. A hoarse, throaty stream of profanity ushered from her throat as she clamped down on Natalie’s fingers and rocked her hips back and forth. If she could have, she would have drawn more of Natalie’s hand inside of her to satisfy her need to feel full like she had with Adam. It took a few minutes, but her immediate need was sated and. She curled like a cat, saying me: “That feels good, are you telling me you are horny?" "Always, you know that", I answered, "I'll bet old Jack O’ would like to have this hot pussy."I expected anger from her but instead she pulled my head down between her open legs and whispered softly into my ear. "I'll bet he would, too." We fucked long and hard during hours that night.With the image of her walking in almost naked to the delight of my neighbor, I was these days in a constant state of arousal..