" She replied. "It's not what a lot of people really think could be rewarding."Acknowledging her meaning, I simply went on to another topic. Yet someh...w I knew in her voice there was something far more involved. In school, whenever Cindi was deeply passionate about something, she always got this serious tone in her voice. Just like when we ran together at the Cross Country finals at the State competition; she made up her mind to do the best she could, and win that trophy. Needless to say, she. He started talking faster and my breathing got heavier, and the wonderful wet sensations vibrating off of my pussy made my body so weak I couldn't even talk. I thrust my fingers even deeper into my pussy, faster and harder than before. I tried to make myself squirt as my pussy tightened even more around my fingers.. Cum ran down my ass as I rapidly rammed my fingers into my pussy and I moaned into his ear. My body twitched and tingled and I finally reached climax and the orgasm sent waves of. And was far more animated and excited when she spoke to him.To his credit, Brandon did better than Sue in this regard. He didn’t focus all his time and attention on Sue, he was pretty even-handed and spent as much time talking to me as he did Sue. Strange as it might seem, I got the distinct impression that Sue was jealous when Brandon was spending his time talking to me rather than her. I little like a petulant teenager competing with a friend for the attention of a boy she particularly wants. I wanted so to be with him. I felt so lost, so alone and so very cold. When next my mind became clear, I was standing at Madame's side holding her hand. She nodded her head to me and I remember throwing the crocus I picked for him into the darkness. The bruised and withered flower became my final offering to my father's grave."My next memory is of someone jostling me and bowling me over flat at a train station. He was very large and most likely never saw me. I could barely see his face; his.