They sat on the couch eating pizza and chewing the fat. Bob noticed that her cheeks were slightly flushed and she seemed a little nervous. She laughed...and giggled at the little digs he was giving her. Her attitude had improved 100% since the last time they talked. Bob told her so and she thanked him. She said he had a lot to do with it. Terri had thought about what he said and it made a lot of sense. She was going to get on with her life. Randy was a "ruptured duck" as far as she was. I tell you that; :”you must earn it slut”. I pull us together our lips meet, our hot bodies pressed against each other as you taste my pre cum on my tongue; our tongues explore each others mouths. I reach down and get more precum. First I make you lick my finger; “taste my cum whore”. “Is this what my little slut wants? My cum in your mouth.” You moan out “oh yes master”. “earn it bitch” Then I put more pre cum on my tongue. “Come and get it Whore”. Your hand slides under my bikini and you play. "I broke off unable to say any more."It's all right, I'm all alone; I'd be glad of the company. "The lump in my throat made talking difficult."You... you're looking... what are..." I subsided into silence and just stared at her. Her luminosity affected me the way it always had, but not having seen her for twenty years left me unable to cope with the impact."Roy. Are you all right?" The concern in her voice, the love, and the friendship were the final straws and I started to cry."Roy, what is. The bulge restrained by only the Hanes briefs was simply magnificent…not huge, but certainly big enough even though it was still fairly soft in the animation. The fingers of her left hand worked the keyboard as her right took care of other matters ‘at hand’, well more precisely ‘at her pussy’ now very wet and sensitive to each manipulation of the labia or engorged clitoris that had emerged from its crown. Alfonse smiled down at her character…and in her mind right into her own heart.