I haven’t had any contact with him since that last night. Why? What difference does it make?” “Well, I was wondering. If he’s single, would yo... want to see him again sometime?” Michelle looked at me with a strange expression on her face and asked me, “Why would I want to do that?” “Well, you went with him four years. You had a lot of fun with him and you both enjoyed each other a lot. You didn’t break up with him, just went separate ways. I thought you might enjoy seeing him again, especially. I then felt his mouth clamp down around my left breast as Steven beganto suck on my nipple and gently bite down on my tit.The pleasure was coming in tidal waves now and I could barely containmyself as I began to convulse violently. I felt my vaginal walls clenchdown on his cock and I began to hit my head against the table.I reached up and wrapped my arms around Steven's back and dug my nailsinto him as I felt the dam burst. "OHHH BABBY!" I cried out as I beganto pant as I felt my heart beating. I looked as good as Iever had, better in many ways, especially my makeup. I grabbed a blackpurse out of the closet, took it to my room, and set it on the bed,then put my wallet, lipstick and some tissue in it. My fate was just afew minutes away, but I had passed the moment of my personal fear, andnow had only to face my dad. I opened the door, then walked down thestairs and into the familyroom, where I sat, waiting for my future toarrive. I had time to ponder my fate, but also, felt my. Maybe in the morning was the only thing he offered. So that was that, or was it. I had to have some relief, so I lay there, my hand down my pants, just gently touching my pussy. One of my husband’s favourite things is to watch me touching myself. I know, as well, that, after a skinful of beer, he doesn’t sleep soundly. He’s continually twitching.So, instead of trying to disguise what I was doing, I exaggerated my movements. As I played, I moved my elbow which moved the duvet cover ever so.