He rubbed, squeezed and slowly started to stroke it.My mind now filled with lust, I started to suck on his fingers. By doing so, I somehow felt as if ... was fulfilling a desire. A desire I didn’t know I had before. A desire to wrap my lips around something while being pleasured.I began to imagine his thick cockhead in my mouth instead of the fingers. The thought made me even more excited.As suddenly as they had entered, the fingers were withdrawn from my mouth after some minutes.Why’d he stop? I. I just wanted to be out of there and free. I had my own problems, I didn't need hers.I knew I left a wife in Maine. Her parents thought I was a bum and my parents wanted me to see a shrink. I was just as trapped in expectations as Carla. I was unhappy and lost. I needed space. I needed to be alone, but when she begged me to take her, why did I say yes? Was it lust or love that motivated me? I didn't know. She was beautiful and sexy and needed me, so I said yes when I should have said no.. I took my headphones out andsat up and tried catching my breath, but it was clear what was happening.I was having a panic attack.Well, on the bright side, Alana's consciousness wasn't taking over.Instead, panic was. It took a few seconds, but I managed to get mybreathing back under control, and then, out of nowhere, let out a primalscream of frustration. I just wanted to go back to having to deal with myshitty problems of needing to find an apartment and being stuck in a badjob.Sitting there on. ' 'Well, i just like to call it playing with the pussy, them new ones... i guess im too old to keep up...' Monique chuckled and took another deep breath. 'Whats wrong Mo?' Todd heard her take a long sigh and became concerned. 'Nothing.' Monique said. Todd reached out his hand ad placed it on Monique's left thigh and slowly began to run his hand up and down. Focused on the road he began to move closer to Mo's dripping snatch. 'Mo? Do you got any panties on?' 'Uh uh, my grandma taught me and my.