You know, the kind that blow your mind? I get the best ones from strangers, because I'm not so much in my head when I dont know or care about someone....He was licking my slit over and over, tasting, savoring my white cream as my body was limp.From here on,,, I was like a rag doll he used. He being considerably larger than myself, very strong and every movement, every word was sharp. He got his knees under my legs and d**g the head of his cock up and down my wet slit while my clit was still a. ”“Just what?”“That all of this is because I didn’t understand myself. Do you know where I messed up?”I was pretty sure where I had messed up, but I knew she’d never agree with the assessment I’d made nor the conclusion I’d reached. Given everything that had happened, I had a sneaking suspicion about what she was going to say, and it twisted my stomach in knots. I took a deep breath and let it out.“We haven’t really talked enough recently, which is part of the problem. Where did you mess. He would imagine the firm breasts with pointy nipples, smooth skin, and what it would feel like to press his hard young cock deep between Jenny’s legs. Those thoughts would make him really hard and fill his tissues every night.Ron would’ve been shocked to learn that across town, Jenny was having very similar thoughts. While she too climbed toward climax, she imagined it was her new boyfriend lying between her legs, that it was his tongue that was licking her, his cock deep inside her instead of. “You have a key ?”, inquired the journalist“Of course I do”, answered the fashion lesbian, “if you want to follow me”. Marilyn stuffed her notebook in her purse and, a few feet from the huge bed, turned around to face the brunette. Rebecca kicked her shoes off, took off her spring coat then her silk jacket and put them on a chair, unbuttoned her blouse and flipped it on the same chair. Marilyn was shy and when Rebecca made a move towards her, she backed off a few feet, taking off her shoes with.