The insults stopped in mid rant. It was Jessie's turn to stare at me. Later Jessie told me that she felt the same reaction to me that I had to her. "I...should have watched when I was walking, not your fault," Jessie said trying to make up for her insults.I walked her to her next class, carrying her books for her. Now isn't that sweet, just like in high school. Never mind. When Jessie came out of her class I was still there, waiting for her. I wasn't stalking her but I wasn't going to let her get. Almost nine-thirty. I wondered what time Sylvia got home? She was sound asleep beside me, and didn’t look like she was going to wake up any time soon. I got up, got dressed, and headed for the kitchen. I made the coffee and sat down to look at my list of chores. Nothing! That was a nice surprise. No snow to shovel, no leaky taps to fix, just the laundry. I finished the first cup and walked out to the front to get my suitcase. I had just finished loading the wash into the dryer when Sylvia. Her sighs of pleasure or grunts of lust were the only soundsI ever heard as she fucked me. I learned a lot about my own pussy thatsummer–how it responds so much better to a touch other than my own, thejoy it gave to her as she sucked it–and a lot about giving pleasure. Yes,I ate her pussy many of those nights while she ate mine. I’ve never toldanother living soul about this, but my pussy remembers. Part 2Two months later my mom married a. Natalie wasn’t satisfied, she wanted something inside her - she needed more. She made way to let her wet finger down to her pussy, but she Livvy was on top and so she couldn’t get to her pussy hole.“Livvy, do something, get your fingers inside me. I need something inside me now,” she said, or screamed, rather.Livvy done more than just got her fingers inside. She let her middle finger slide in and out of her sister’s pussy gently and slowly, and Natalie was shaking her with pleasure. The older.