Don’t feel sorry for yourself – think about Gaynor. Think about what you did to her, not what you foolishly brought upon yourself. I stood up from...my chair, picked up my empty brandy glass – and then put it down again. I walked along the corridor, peeked into the bedroom and saw Veronica was asleep. Downstairs I collected the brandy bottle and returned to my office where I poured a large measure. I put on my spectacles and prepared to compose a reply to Gaynor. It was 10:20 on my computer clock. Using my tongue, I massage your clit in a circular motion, occasionally stopping to suck on it a few seconds. Once again, you start to reach orgasm. I feel your pussy squeeze around my fingers and pull them in deeper. And once again I stop massaging your clit, and slow down the pace of my fingering before you can cum.“God, please make me cum Geethu. Please! I’m ready to explode.” You continue to beg me.I ignore your pleas, and begin to massage your tits with my free hand. I pull my fingers out. " He said with a confident chuckle."Oh, things like how when I lay next to you and rest my head anywhere on you and I smell you, your scent, and how that arouses my senses, makes me want you. I love the way you fondle my body, hold it like it's precious and adore it like you do. I love your hands on my breasts before you kiss my nipples to feel them harden in your mouth. Whether you're standing holding me or if I'm laying on top of you, you run your hands over the roundness of my bottom and. “Just do what we’ve been doing the last few weeks man. You’ll be prancing around in a no-hit red shirt for most of the week anyway so you got nothing to worry about. Besides they gotta get through me and my boys to get to ya, and that just ain’t gonna happen. We gotta protect our future state champion quarter back don’t we.”“Thanks man,” said Ex feeling marginally better than he had a few seconds ago. If nothing else seeing a 300lbs black man dancing around with a crazy look on his face looking.