Later that night, she sent me a video of her shoving my frozen cum icicle into her ass, then fucking herself with a massive dildo. The text said, “... wanted to feel your cum as deep as it could go inside me.”These sorts of adventures continued for about six weeks. Once again, we were at her spacious apartment in the Gaslamp District and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We had a game we’d play (that she came up with) where she would text a random number a topless picture with the. I put off going to bed as long as I could because I knew what would happen and I was right: it was just like the night before, maybe even more so. ‘By this time I was getting really worried, and to make matters worse it was a Saturday so I had no work to distract me. I remembered that back home I used to go for long walks if something was bothering me, I’d never tried it in London but I thought it had to be better than staying cooped up in the flat so off I went. ‘I didn’t have any plan. I just. She also didn't wear the bright red lipstick that I have never thought fit redheads very well.We ordered dinner and wine and made small talk. Kathy was divorced with a fifteen year-old daughter who was becoming quite a handful. Kathy's unreliable boyfriend was a sometimes thing who "only wanted sex and not a relationship". That brought the conversation around to my favorite topic. My Treatment enhanced sex appeal was beginning to work on Kathy. She looked at me frequently, licked her lips, and. Now that his lust had dissipated, what remained was a bit of guilt at what he had done. He felt he had invaded her privacy. Sarah thought she heard something. Her eyes snapped open and for the briefest of moments, she thought she saw a flash of blue. Had someone been watching her? She slipped deep into the tub. Blue. Pete had been wearing a blue t-shirt. Had Pete been watching her? She remembered the flash of hunger in his eyes when he had looked at her breasts in her wet nightgown. Had Pete.