"Forget it all and move on?" Lily was looking at me."Yeah," she nodded. "That's how it should be, right?" Right? Right? Was that a question. A rhetori...al question? A direct question? Was that a question directed at me, or God or my car? If I say, 'No. That's not how it should be. That's not at all what I had hoped for, ' would she slap my face, and running screaming to her mother, my father? Or is it the other way around? Open-ended, up to me? Is she putting it to me to decide the fate of our. He loosened his arms. Regan slid down his body, her high heels finally touching the floor. When his grip lessened, Regan’s first impulse was to pull away from him. Her body wouldn’t let her. Butterfly wings beat against the inside of her abdomen and fluttered across her pussy lips. “I’m sorry.” His voice was almost calm now. Guilt overtook him for wanting her the way that he should not. The last night was still fresh between them. He had stopped himself, but only after having gone too far. His. Running its tip over and around my nipples, I almost had an orgasm from the contractions it was causing in my vagina. ‘Jon, that feels so good…keep playing my nipples’, I said, again never letting my eyes leave the camera lens. I wanted Jon to think I was actually talking to him. I slid the vibrator down to my wet slit and laid its length from my clit to my vagina allowing the vibration to consume my whole pussy. Rocking it back and forth like a seesaw, the sensation was electric. ‘Awwwwghhh…’. .. perhaps that self-feast hadn't been such an impractical idea after all. In the throes of my excitement I'd apparently ripped the leather thong loose from the nail. My skin was chafed and even bleeding a little, but I could ignore the pain if I had to and pull.It was coming loose, but it was taking time and I was feeling tired. The bad little angel that sits on my shoulder and whispers naughty things to me when I have a moral decision to make (I call her Michelle) suggested that I just take a.