We chatted and I found myself telling her about my failed marriage and how I was wary of getting into another relationship with a man."I think we're v...ry much alike Madam," she said rather wistfully."Oh I'm sorry Melissa, I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories for you."I reached down and squeezed her hand gently, but she smiled."No, no, you weren't to know Madam, I think we all have memories though don't we?"She finished with my foot and placed it carefully to one side. My knees had to. He starts with his fingers, probing my vagina an inch at a time with one finger, then slowly adding a second as he finger fucks me. I wasnt expecting to enjoy it so much, but with each thrust he makes I get even more wet. I dont even see his cock before I feel the head of it rubbing up and down against my entrance. As far as I can tell its thick, thicker than anything Ive ever had before. Hes not wearing a condom, but theres no chance I can get pregnant anyways on the pill. Slowly his cockhead. She met him as he came in. “I’ve missed you,” he said. She replied, “And I’ve missed parts of you.” A Thursday night, which meant she fixed dinner for their once-a-week shared “special” meal. “Got a plan, baby,” she said. “Let’s just eat, then we’ll decide what’s next, okay?” “Okay by me. I’m tired. It’s not easy to sit in a plane for several hours and basically do nothing. It’s like sitting at a desk all day.” She’d debated with herself whether to actually keep the secret of last. It was hard, though.I mean hard.Nanette visibly cringed away. She’d been the most paranoid about being sexual around Brittany when she was fifteen. Donna and Sophie seemed either relaxed or resigned. Of course, it was Beca who dealt with the issue.“Okay, Cindy. We appreciate what you’re saying.” She stripped off her own T-shirt but unlike Cindy, there was no bra under it. “You are right that we’re pretty casual about clothes. We like our bodies and we like each other’s bodies. But we never want.