Your fingers are rubbing away and you feel it, the warm, shaky feeling you get when you play with your clit.Only this time your bed post was in your p...ssy and you rocked on it, rubbing your clit still. You would pull off, only to sit back down, the feelings were great, and you imagined it was Grampa Dan’s cock fucking you. The bed post became the nightly ritual for you, except when you were on your period. Even then, unless you were cramping too much, your fingers found their way to your small,. Coming back to my latest pleasurable incidentThis incident happened between me and my net friend Bindhu, who is undoubtedly hot as hell and, married but fortunately lonely as her hubby is suffering from some physical disease and cannot satisfy Bindhu.It was a usual boring schedule, work – home – work. On one of this boring afternoon I suddenly got an msg from Bindhu asking if I was free to chat. Of course, who wouldn’t be free for a hottie like her? Anyways, so we casually started chatting with. .. This proves thatshe's too dangerous to be here..."While everyone else in the room discussed or argued over the videothey'd just watched, Chris remained froze, his thoughts swirling inconfusion. The Imp had been vicious and nasty, just like what he wouldhave expected from a villain. However, when he'd fought her, shehadn't done anything like that to him. Not really. Sure, she'd mockedand humiliated him, but she hadn't done anything to actually cause anyharm. At the same time, he was. He knew something of the hardships of life. He went from table to table, talking quietly to my fellows, and my curiosity kept rising. At last, he came to ours."How goes it, guys?" he asked. "I hear the work's tough lately." Tough? These fellows don't know what tough is", said an older mechanic, sitting by me. "I could tell you stories..." Tough enough for me", I interrupted. "Must be nice not to have to break your pretty hands on the job and to come make light of us hard-working men while we.