I fully grasp the reasoning to which I cannot have the man I want and I understand that he wishes to have someone else for his wife but I keep finding...myself unable to let go, despite knowing full well that I need to lock his memory away for my sanity. I find myself refusing any advances of romance or love. Despising them, even. I have noticed myself becoming hateful and bitter. I hate that I was not good enough to deserve his love and have found myself sitting and wondering what was wrong with. .." Ginny was already getting undressed. She hadn’t realized how wet she’d gotten while getting her best friend off. And in an instant, Hermione was in the same, knelt down position that Ginny had been in earlier. "First, rub your hand up and down my pussy and get it soaking wet" Hermione did as she was told and Ginny let out a little groan "Faster..." Hermione liked the way the increasingly wet pussy felt against her hand. It was warm and smooth and made it made her nipples harden. She grabbed. Amy opened her eyes and grinned at him. "Yeh...first time in my ass. Ohhhh shit...fuck that's GOOD!" she squealed as she pushed down firmly on him.Mickey cried out as he felt her tighten even further around him. "Ohhhh jeeeesus!"Amy let out a low moan. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...fuck...oh god...oh fuck...fuck my ass." She looked at him intensely, her eye lids heavy, biting her lip. "Ohhh fuck, yeah, fuck my virgin ass."Her words exploded in Mickey's brain. Virgin ass. His cock was inside this. Yes, Clete knew that she had fucked Mark Denning in his car out by the quarry, but ample revenge had been sought and obtained in drugging and possessing Desirée, the Councillor's young bride of just a month, in an orgy arranged by Priscilla Devereaux. It had been the fulfilment of an obsessive dream that Clete had held ever since he had first laid eyes on the young, blonde choir girl. He knew now that he was hopelessly in love with Desirée Denning and he had every intention of.