" Things were already going better than she'd hoped. She feared finger pointing and sniggering, but at least she and Chelsea were adults. Either that ...r it wasn't Chelsea who kissed her vibrator. Hmmmm... Blushing and turning her back on her roommate and filling the kettle with water, Elaine asked, "Um, I was going to make coffee anyway. Would you like one?" Could you make one for Kendra too?" Chelsea pleaded, slumping in the kitchen chair."Sure, just relax. I don't know how you guys can go out. I was secretly hoping that nobody could see the chinks in the invisible armor we all try to hide behind from time to time, and yet everyone could clearly see. Everyone except myself. Frustrated by an enemy I couldn’t get a handle on, my life began to spin out of control, slipping like so many grains of sand between my fingers. The extent of which became painfully obvious one autumn evening. I had dinner with Nancy over her place that night. She had prepared a delicious meal of salmon and fresh. Tu to bahut smart fucker hai yaarI whispered as my hornyness start growing and I slid hand on my clit and massaged iT , seeing that he removed my hand and stArt doing it himself , now he was in total control and I let go and start enjoying within a minute or two , I was panting and thrashing and cried AAakaaaAsh!! Pl fuck meeee!!! Harder!!! Jorse de!!!! Aur jor se I am cominggggg !!!! And suddenly I orgasmed , squirting a hot stream and arching my back up in air high , screaming ooooOOOOOOhh!!. “Yeah,” I said, smiling at the question, “That’s why people do it.” “How long have you been doing it?” she asked. “Can’t remember,” I answered back, “ages.” “Do you come?” Tina asked, now a little more eager. I looked at her pussy, still naked and exposed, still with my hand resting on it, held there by her own hand, and briefly, I thought how much I would love to wank myself to an orgasm at that very moment, looking at her like that, smelling the scent of her down there, and I.