Ok so i was there last sunday, sleeping over there and in the morning was just me her and ian, and ian left the house to go to the gym, and i swear sh... is the one started the whole thing, i was trying to say no, but you no it was hard to say no, she was basically bagging me to fuck her, we ended having sex on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, the thing i only been with 2 girls b4 her, but the sex with ashley was the best by far, she was a freak, and the thing she has a bf, a big guy, which scary. Her throat was as dry as the sand on which she lay. Only a hoarse croak found its way through her parched lips. She desperately needed a drink, her thirst was as intense as the sun that now reigned high in the azure sky. The boy spoke to her in a foreign tongue and when Arielle looked at him blankly, unable to understand the strange dialect, he frowned slightly. She coughed and held her sore throat, wishing she could have a small drink of water just to ease the dryness. He seemed to understand. She put my hand on the dildo and told me she had brought it for me as a present and could confirm I would love it. I kissed her on the lips and told her she was insatiable but I wouldn't want her any other way as I loved her just as she was.She grabbed the dildo and was about to stick it inside my pussy when I told her as much as I wanted her to fuck me she had to wait until she had seen my goodies as she would be even more rampant if that was possible. She kissed me passionately on the lips. It proclaims that she is not a girly-girl, and demands respect for doing foolish things in foolish ways and surviving, bloodied perhaps, but unbowed. My wife has a scar on her belly. It has been there since the birth of our third son, who was so wrapped up in his umbilical cord that he was choking himself, an entirely characteristic manner of behavior we were to learn as he matured. After 2 ‘routine’ vaginal deliveries of 9 pounders, though how the word ‘routine’ could possibly be assigned to.