Here is a photo that my husband took of me being fingered by a guy that we did not know at a wedding of one of my friends, my husband loves looking at...this photo. He loves the look on my face and the fact that I am opening my legs to help the guy gain access. I still don't the name of this guy!So that you get a picture of who I am, below is a photo of how you might see me when I am out and about in town during the day.Those that have read my other experiences will also know that I have a. ” “Fuck my tummy.” “I love fucking you on the beach.” “Fuck me more.” “I love you.” “I love you.” We then go quiet as we both feel my cock throbbing hard. “Oh gawd, you’re gonna cum again!” Talia gasps. Without answering I press myself even more firmly against her body. My lust tortured prick and overworked balls are encased in flesh pressing tightly against her heaving, rippling belly. My imprisoned cock swells and lurches three times before it expels its contents. Talia feels the first. " Well, we need to put the glass away, no glass by the hot tub." Not being a "hot tub" person, I did not know what alcohol and a hot tub do. I was not a big drinker, After that one glass, I was a little dizzy. Our conversation was small talk. I found out that Dave (the friend of mine that turned me onto the job at Weinstocks) was a mutual acquaintance. As she asked me questions, I kept it lite. I did not know what our mutual friend told her, nor did I really know what type of. I don't carry grudges and I don't badmouth people. It's slow, but I'm starting to get respect instead of fear, and now, I've even got a few people I can call friends. That's what counts." And of course," she continued, brightly, "there's Czar and Caesar and you!"I took her hands in mine and looked her in the eye as I said, "You're an amazing young lady, Penny. I'm proud to be counted among your friends. If there's ever anything you need help with that you can't handle by yourself, you call on.