Unfortunately, all of those things were just a cover. Ivy is one of the most cold and calculating people that I have ever known. She made me think she...was my best friend when she was really looking for a place to stab me in the back.Everything Ivy did was to manipulate myself and everyone else in the contest. She lost the contest to see who could get the most phone numbers on purpose and faked a drowning incident to fool us all into thinking that she was some kind of helpless waif that couldn't. I circled all around it. I decided to increase her pleasure. I slipped two fingers into her dripping vagina. I found the swollen liquid flesh of her G-Spot. I lightly caressed it. By now she was nearly screaming."OH GOD, RICK, DONT STOP! MAKE ME CUM!" I closed my lips over the nub of her clit and she came."OH, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"She grabbed me and held my face to her cunt as the spasms of orgasm coursed through her. Her hips bucked wildly against me. Finally after about 20 seconds she. Dee looked dejected but I said I would help her out. We sat in the back of the recovery vehicle and drove to Dunfermline where my car was unloaded and I was given a hire car. I drove Dee to a petrol station bought her a fuel can and filled it with fuel for her. When I got back in the car Dee was on the phone to a friend and was arranging to have her c***dren picked up. I looked at the time and it was 3.30pm Her friend was asking if she was OK and she said yes a nice young man was helping her. ‘Just seeing why you were drawing the beach house instead of the scenery. It doesn’t even seem like it would be the best viewpoint from here. But I trust your artistic intuition. Can I see?’ ‘Sure. But I wasn’t drawing the beach house, exactly. It was more like something inside.’ Gin looked at the sketch, only to see herself, standing in the kitchen window drying a plate. The image was so simple, but never before had she seen herself through Aren’s eyes. It brought a smile to her lips and.