"The dandelion, there it is unloved by almost everyone, but it doesn'tcare, it still takes its nourishment from the ground, the air and thesun and flo...rishes, just look at the perfect floret its crowning glorymade up of hundreds of perfect tiny flowers." Yes it's nice. It's just a weed though isn't it?" It is a wild flower young lady, it grows and reproduces without loveand then sows its seeds to the breeze and each of its offspring aregenetically identical to its parent, these wonderful plants. “Ooooh… that actually feels nice,” she said in a surprised voice, “do it again…mmm….” Then I used the cream, stroking gently, round and round, eventually starting to press a little more . Before long she was starting to push back a little also, so I pointed a finger as I stroked round and round and slowly worked its tip into the centre in her tight ring. From then on it was easy going as she relaxed and my finger slipped in a little bit. I held it there for minute or so, making very small. I heard your gears grinding. He tried so valiantly to keep the conversation, but his eyes just kept wandering back to the sight through the blinds. He was trying his best to be discreet, taking glances when I would look away, but I was watching through my peripheral vision.I decided to go to the restroom at the end of the hall. I closed the door all but a very small crack. As I peeked down the hall, I saw him quietly get off the couch and creep over to the door, and look into the bedroom. I. "I do, oh god, don't stop, harder." She moaned her appreciation. Soon she was shaking with loud moans as an orgasm started to ripple through her. I didn't stop. I kept pushing, kept pounding. And a second one started, knocking Dr. Julie over the edge again, like a giant wave washing over her, she was moaning loudly in the room, again I didn't stop and a third orgasm. She shook and screamed and collapsed. I stopped, out of breath. I kissed her neck tenderly, sweetly, wearing a huge smile. I.