She was apretty, firm-breasted blond with long, straight hairthat she kept in a pair of heavy braids. Her seriousblue eyes were highlighted by her wh...te-gold eyebrowsand flawless complexion. I shifted uneasily in mychair as I involuntarily flashed on the image of mytongue flicking across the pink button of her throbbingclitoris. "That's too bad," I said carefully. What are yousupposed to say to something like that? HEY, GIRL,I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE seemed kind of crude. "Have you ever. We were on the second floor and im not sure if anyone could see us thru the window but i was hoping they could. After i came on my husbands face i decided it was almost time to show him the new toy. I put a blindfold on him and handcuffed him to the bed. I dug thru my suitcase and pulled out my strap on dildo . I put on the harness and slipped the 6inch dildo thru the hole. I felt powerful and in control after i got it on. I also thought i looked sexy with it on as well. I slowly walk over to. While Meg lay down in the doggy style position, i took a moment to lean in and rub her pussy slit. As an artist, i found it fascinating to be seeing it first hand. Once i had the curiosity out of the way, i began finding her love hole and plunged it in fairly quickly. Pounding my dick promptly, a fear starting to build as i noticed my erection was getting soft. Panic started setting in and thoughts started to flood my mind "What i am going to say to her. Oh shit pickle. The snake is returning. We can enjoy each other’s company, and we can screw together, because we are alone, and it feels good. And we can love each other. But we are never going to be IN love with each other, so don’t let yourself fall into the trap of thinking that.” “Who gave you permission to read my mind?” I asked, and was going to continue, but she interrupted. “You did. And you shouldn’t have. So stop. I like you. I care about you. I care what happens to you. So maybe, on some level that might be called love..