I sat on the vanity, harder than I'd been in any recent sexual encounters.'What was she still capable of doing to me?' I thought. We were friends on s...cial media and I'd jerked off to her fairly recently, but seeing her in person was completely different. It made my heart sink when I saw her as if I was seeing an ex. Thinking back now, we were more in love and intimate and caring so many years ago than most adult relationships I'd seen. As I was stroking thinking of her in her black skirt and. She was now thoroughly wet and had opened out her labial lips to accommodate a gleaming gold-colored dildo which she worked in and out of her vagina with the right hand, whilst her left stimulated her clitoris with a steady circular motion. The sight was highly erotic and my arousal threatened with each passing minute to erupt! But Marie-Louise was adept at judging perfectly just how hard to suck and just when it was time to stop working my cock and tease its tip. Each time I was a little. We talked for a few minutes and then I hung up and called Bethany. She was doing fine, and was still hanging out with Bob, but it was purely platonic at this point since the make out sessions had left her cold. She did have some news for me.“Josh Benton’s appeal was denied last Thursday. He’s going away for twenty-five years.”“It’s not enough, but it will do. That dude better hope he and I never cross paths.”“Let it be, Steve. The law took care of it. I don’t need you on death row because of a. What’s the worst that could happen?She showed me in and took me to the bedroom, where the bed was made, and a bag of goodies was on the side table. I could see wet wipes, condoms, lube, and some other things that aid in adult playtime. She started making conversation: what’s my name? what do I do? and so on. I think she sensed my nervousness, because I was somewhat intimidated by her.Fighting my nerves, I decided to capitalise on the situation.“Well, I have something to tell you and it’s a bit.