Mark's attention to me aroused me.The next couple days were rather mundane. On Wednesday, Mark informed me he had a lunch meeting and I would be on my...own. He told me a few places that I might like. I called Renee during my lunch hour. "Hi Renee, it's Melanie." I said when she answered the phone. "Hey. How's everything going? How's the job?" she asked. "Everything is good," I said. The people I work with are great. And my boss seems like a really great person to work for." We made small talk. I allow my hand to run up to my breast.She places her small hand on your chest and your hand lies on her delicate side. Inwardly you are torn. You could lay completely still and pretend to sleep. Or you could try. Your fingers beginning to dance. They slowly tickle up her side, back and forth until the friction causes you to make your choice. You move your hand up to her breast. Your thumb finds her nipple and she sighs and shivers. You groan and press your mouth into hers hard, tasting the sad. RACHELS FLAT. LIVING ROOM. EVENING. 1999. RACHEL and GAVIN are sitting in armchairs on opposite sides of the room. RACHEL is scribbling in a notepad. GAVIN is bored and sulky/ looking for attention. GAVIN: *What you doing?* RACHEL (covering page): *Writing.* GAVIN: *What are you writing? RACHEL: *Just… just nothing.* GAVIN (laughing): *Youre always scribbling on wee bits of paper Rachel.* RACHEL (shrugging shoulders): *Thats what I do.* GAVIN: *Thats ALL you do.* RACHEL (scribbling as she. Pretty big." Damn right, I'm sure! I want it to fill my pussy! I want my slutty bad girl to fuck me hard as hell!" Ooooooooo...my lady needs it soooooooo bad..."Betty was hot as hell..."Yeah! And I hope you can handle me! Now fuck me!"I covered the big end of the toy with my cum, slid down between her legs and used the toy to play with her lovely pussy...she pushed her pussy at the toy, trying to get it inside her. I spread her swollen outer lips and gently slid the toy in...her burning hot.