. barely. This is how she loves to start. My head barely inside her, her hand on her own clit. She rides up and down, an inch in, a half inch out. I s...ide out a couple of times, but she quickly recovers and never becomes greedy. I can't say the same for myself. I reach down to her hips and try to pull down while I thrust up and she scolds me. It's her turn to be in charge, so I relent and she rewards me with another half inch of penetration and it feels incredible, but all the more frustrating.. "Ma foi, my dear viscount, you are fated to hear music this evening; you have only escaped from Mademoiselle Danglars' piano, to be attacked by Haidee's guzla." Haidee--what an adorable name! Are there, then, really women who bear the name of Haidee anywhere but in Byron's poems?" Certainly there are. Haidee is a very uncommon name in France, but is common enough in Albania and Epirus; it is as if you said, for example, Chastity, Modesty, Innocence, --it is a kind of baptismal name, as you. Her pussy yearned for that thump to be something, or someone pounding her needy pussy yet again.“Stephanie? Are you OK?”She looked down to see that she’d been overflowing the cup she’d been pouring coffee into. Why couldn’t she control herself all of the sudden? It was so embarrassing, she thought.“Uh, sorry. I’m a little off this morning,” she said unevenly.Susan smiled as she watched Stephanie clean up her mess on the counter. She inwardly laughed at how affected poor Stephanie had. We had discussed these things for the better part of three months or so when, one night after making love, we began to talk about what our ultimate fantasy would be. Mine was simply wanting to watch her with another man. I had no grand illusions on what she might say or think, and was quite surprised how receptive she was to the idea. She said it sounded interesting and fun, and we talked some more about it that night. I then asked her what her ultimate fantasy might be. I nearly fell out of.