I am rocking forward and back as I stroke my cunt.My music is playing slowly and rythmically. I let go of the floor to unbutton my jeans. I place my h...nd on my cotton panties where my pelvis rounds up above my clit. I hold and massage it as if it were my small breast,my finger occasionally running over my clit. I can feel my chubby labia lips through my panties. I trace them and press into them. My cotton panties are wet like my slightly used napkin.I take my jeans off and pull down my. These dreams are they real? I could still feel that thing inside me stretching and deep! The showers had a full-length mirror where my reputation took another knock back!“First you’re playing with your tits, well with those I’d be feeling myself up but now what are you looking at, it’s an arse hole, we all got ‘em! Not between such fat buttocks but they’re very common!” I should have just laughed it off or come up with something, saying was itchy and I was checking, but I was an idiot!“Is it. La sua risposta mi aveva, da un lato liberato da un vago senso di colpa ( sapevo che mi sarei fatta scopare se Peppe me lo avesse chiesto ) , dall’altro mi aveva spinto ancor di più nella mia determinazione di fare le corna a Pino: avrei sperato che lui mostrassi gelosia, invece…..“Bene, non ci tieni così tanto a me? Allora ti farò vedere di cosa sono capace” , così avevo pensato facendogli capire che lo tradivo e allontanandomi per andare da Peppe.Saliti in macchina , Peppe aveva guidato fino. Lucky for me, Peta and the WWF, she’s a vegetarian.When she comes through the door she has that exhausted puppy expression in her eyes, but a warm smile on her corporate shark red lips. We sit down and eat in relative silence. When she’s this quiet, she’s either too tired or... she’s planning something.She holds my gaze, as I study her face while serving salad onto her plate – complete with her favourite, homemade honey mustard dressing. A mischievous curl lingers on her lips.I stand up and.