(I try to be as sexy as possible, I love seeing lust-driven hunger in my victims' eyes before I fuck their brains out.) I blushed. His eyes met mine b...fore he took a step toward me. I took a step back, surprised, pretty much convinced that what I saw in my dear brother's eyes was me hallucinating again. Thinking of hallucinating, I quickly asked, "Why did you say I was YOUR girl?" My hands were clasped behind my back, a habit I had that meant I was very nervous. Michael knew this.He smiled at. Only there’s nothing happening. I see no useful activity going on with that pen in your hand, until finally I hear you blurting out that you’ve made a decision. ‘Well, all right,’ you mutter. And you begin to write! In the meantime, I admire your hand strokes as you scribble down what it is that you have to say. Apparently, it’d seem that you may have always had something you wanted to express, but perhaps you were initially reluctant to share it. And now with your brand-new enthusiasm, surely. Hope you enjoy.Tony slowly slide into Dani's pussy, inch by thick inch of dark black meat disappearing as he stretched my wife further than she had ever been stretched before. She had her feet planted on the floor and was raising her ass to meet him. She wanted him in her! Her eyes were on me the whole time and she was biting her bottom lip as moans of ecstasy escaped her. Soon she dropped her hips just long enough to wrap her legs around Tony's waist, her heels on his ass as she pulled him all. I loved her too, and she was probably the best friend I ever had. She encouraged me when I went back to school, helped me study for tests and cheered me along through every step. When I got accepted to nursing school, she moved out of her environment with me to Arizona, despite the physical setbacks she dealt with being both solarphobic and heat sensitive. When I graduated she presented me with an engraved watch, and helped me find work. When her husband died she was shattered. A mewling mess.