Meanwhile you wonder into my room, innocent of my feelings you notice something that I should’ve put away before you came over. The box laying on my...bed is lined with the softest velvet I could find, the letters written in a patient hand on parchment and sealed in wax. You recognize the memory, the stories I’ve told you about my past. And you begin to move past it when you see your name on one of them. Curiosity gets the best of you and you pull it out to get a better look. As you shift the. As I read them I would play with my pussy. I kept myself on the verge of having an orgasm for hours. I knew then that I had to figure out a way to take on a big cock lover. But I'd never cheat on my husband so I'd have to get him to suggest it. At first I thought this would be impossible but I soon learned just how easily you guys can be manipulated. You poor slobs are at the mercy of your cock. Even a tiny amount of sexual frustration can cause a man to do anything you wish him to. If he. Then, with cool professionalism, she'd worked on him. Tricks of the trade. Style and substance, knowledge and variety. Best efforts, in short. She was still doing so. And he was still talking. Yap yap yap. Yadda-yadda-yadda."Bet you know all about guys like me", he was saying. "Bet you've got me pegged, as you Americans say." His hands were working on her breasts, the fingers stubby and a little callused. Occasionally, he tweaked her nipples, often too hard. Once, she had to warn him, but after. “What dessert are you making you mother fucker? Fuck me, fuck harder,” she wailed with pleasure. After 15 minutes, the banana was completely smashed and had collected below in the bowl.Then I said the next ingredient is ice cream. I began to push some ice cream from the fridge into her pussy using the spoon. She shouted and screamed as the cold ice cream froze her pussy lips, clit and pussy walls inside. She breathed heavy as her body was trying to adjust to the freezing sensation in her.