We’re bouncing stories off each other and I just love the way he gets so involved in my stories, validates my theories, tells me I’m clever and br...ve, laughs at my foibles in a gentle way, makes me want to tell him more – everything. The stories are new – what happened today, this week and some are old – what happened before we met, what happened months ago. If the stories are new, he knows all the characters and adds comments about how he thinks they would have reacted and if the stories are. Her hand matched the pace.I struggled. Didn’t want to. But wanted to please her so badly. And madly. “Please, ma’am, please put your fingers in my ass.”“Good boy.” Her fingers invaded me. Not fast, but slowly like there was no doubt they weren’t stopping until they were buried in my ass. She started pumping them in and out, each time her fingertips tripping over that spot that was too much.“I like spanking you,” she annonced. “I love your beautiful ass being so red. You arching up for me.. I made eye contact with her before looking down at her young chest, down her stomach to her panties and legs, then back up.“Fine.” Katie muttered reluctantly. We looked to her and she also slipped her dress off her shoulders and pushed it down, exposing her even better perky b cups. A second later she stepped out of the dress and was just in her wet panties too. As I did with Aimee, I looked Katie in the eyes before deliberately looking down her body then back up. She looked to her mom with. Roxanne is a world apart, though. Funnier than most of your friends and street smart enough to get by so far in life on her own. Cooking like a five star chef and capable of drinking you under the table, she constantly amazes you at how comfortable she makes you. No matter what the situation, hanging out is always effortless with her. Without a doubt, the best roommate you've ever had. Certainly not what you expected when she answered your want ad in the paper. Especially when it comes to.