Holy shit thats it jim is gonna flip, she told me,he is not here so dont worry.i felt better knowing he would not know, dana said well i know and i th...nk that something needs to be done, she grabbed at my hard cock saying this would dodana i said i dont think so jim might come home and see us and plus i cantoh jim is out fucking his girlfriend, and let me tell you when you were married and had your big fight, who do you think megan ran to and fucked thats right her father, damn i was surprised,. So I didn't tell my friends. I just made a plan that would give me a great out, invited friends over for a few hours after our date. If I was tied up and being tortured, better chance that they'd find me. If these thoughts are even entering my mind, why would I even consider doing this? How sex starved am I, anyway?Pathetic, yes. But curious, and more so every day. I know my own body, and I know when I am getting a good stroke on, when my clit is fully engaged, when I am about to have the best. Carmen was mine. Carmen needed it. Carmen wasn't going to last. Carmen was my fuck doll. Sara was too."Matthew. Matthew. Matthew." Carmen was rushing out almost inaudible and completely needful syllables. I had to want this more than she could."You are so beautiful," I whispered to her and she kissed me. I was in the most chaotic mindset I had ever been. The impossibility of this scenario for me was secondary. Tertiary. I had Carmen. I had need. I had only moments left."Listen to her," Sara. ’ ‘I turned down well over a million,’ she said, ‘but she’s not for sale at any price.’ She spent and hour with her agent, signing some papers before we headed for the art supply store, where she insisted on buying me some very expensive Le Beau Touche clay, and a set of sculpting tools. She said it was her way of sharing her good fortune and giving a fellow artist a lift up. ‘You didn’t have to do that, Jennifer. I’d have been perfectly happy with the regular stuff.’ Yes, but once you use the.