The tee I wore under the sweat shirt was at least two sizes too small for me. Jen had only slightly better looking boobs but they were on a smaller fr...me so the tee was still too small. I hadn't worn a bra since the thug tried to make me a fillet. Jen's panties were too small for my wide ass, but they were the only things available to me at the time.The panties joined the tee inside my one waste basket in the house. I just knew that I was going to have to empty that little plastic can after my. A final deep, hard, but loving push, and I'm spent in her. I lean forward, close to her ear and, again, whispers: " You could have killed me with that dodge that left me in the wall, you bitch." " And you could have smashed my face falling down while wrapping up my arms, you asshole!" " Well, you fought like it was real and I had to make sure I didn't get maimed before I got what I came for!" I said laughing. " I knew where you would be." " Now it's time for your punishment," I said, smiling. She rummaged in a drawer before passing it to me along with a corkscrew. “Can you open that while I find the glasses.”After pouring us two drinks she sat down in the oak carver chair at the head of the table and breathed a huge sigh. She girlishly fanned her face with her hand and then coyly looked at me and giggled.“I can’t deny it, but that little session got me going. I’m a bit sweaty and damp,” she said, squirming a little in her chair and tugging at the crotch of her leotard. “She’s such a. So, because of that, I have masturbated almost every day before my wedding and then almost everyday since. Don't get me wrong I am not sex crazy, I mean yes I am sexual but I am not abnormal. I say that because when it comes to sex now, it is always in my head. I am always fantasizing as I masturbate at night in bed sometimes even before Peter and Shirley start in.I would fantasize of Jimmy (my third boyfriend who was a very good lover.) We were together for two years before we broke up. Then.