The fact that she would be alone while pleasuring herself with these toys meant she need feel no sense of insecurity or embarrassment about the desire... she felt coursing through her body - the wanton need she felt to be filling her holes with these toys was making her pussy so moist her thighs had been sticky with her juices when she had woken this morning.The next few days were an agony of desire and disappointment as she checked her mail box, waiting for the arrival of her package. Three days. I try to hold your gaze, but can not keep from closing my eyes and arching my back in pleasure. You slowly pull your hand back and a hollow feeling begins to permeate my pussy…….until you reverse your path and this time two fingers burry themselves in my pussy. I gasp and hold your head to my breast as you once again begin sucking my nipple – this time with more force. You lightly scrape your teeth against my sensitive flesh and I know exactly what I want. I begin pushing against your. She looked up at him, cum dripping down her face and said, "Thank you!" I started fucking her pussy and fingering her ass harder. "Let me suck more on your nice cock Tom," she gasped out. He said, "You didn't say the magic word baby." "Please," she said meekly and he plunged his half limp cock back into her lovely mouth. Her tongue circled slowly around it until it was hard again. Tom smiled at me. I pulled my thumb from her ass hole and replaced it with two of my fingers. I could hear her. I stomped my feet for a bit, spitting on the welcome mat for good measure, a deliberate act of spite directed at Katie and all of the stupid legal system that had shafted me without lube. True, I wasn’t in the poorhouse by a long shot, but it was the principle of the thing, and that alimony was money that I could put to much better use than keeping Katie “in the style to which she was accustomed.”Since when did anyone have a right to that, married or not? If you think so, try getting laid off.