I had to say that this was a little too romantic, but I kept it to myself. He had been so good to me, so intimates, and so sensual, that I let him hav... this. He got back in, poured the champagne and we interlocked our arms as I drank the glass in his hand and he drank the one in mine. This was another time we showed gifted skills in posture and flexibility. We were so in-sync with each other. I don’t know, but I think I was starting to love him, and I already knew he loved me. He then turned on. And while she was doing this gentle exploration, she slid three fingers deep inside me. It was no problem at all because I was so damn wet. I was gasping for breath. I had one hand on the shelf and one hand on her gorgeous hair. She pumped the hand in and out of me while I squirmed like a virgin, and in essence perhaps I was. “Have you had enough?” Came her voice from below. “No. “ I said. It was all I could get out. As soon as I uttered the one syllable, I felt four fingers and her. "Smiling up at me as she blows a strand of blonde hair out of her face Kim nods."Sure, if you're not busy. This is my last load. Dad and I moved the furniture yesterday. All I've got left is books, some kitchen things and the last bit of clothes."Slipping on my sandals and an old T-shirt I head down the stairs to give Kim a hand with the boxes. Watching her petite body struggle with box, I reach out and take it from her arms."Here, let me take that one. Where you want it?"Catching her breath. I did so as quick as I could. When it came free Mr G was totally gasping for air and unable to pronounce anything. Weellll Mr K said. Where are the discs. He was mouthing something but nothing was coming out. Mr K yelled louder, where are they? Mr K handed Mr G a paper and a pencil but Mr G was shaking so wildly he couldn’t hold either. Where are they Mr K screamed. Wells Fargo downtown he hoarsely said. This illicited a complete breakdown from Mrs G. No, no, no she was screaming. Why did you.