The dress was obviously not intended tobe worn with stockings!. My stocking-tops were partly visible. I guessedthat if I leant forward I would display...some bare thigh at the back. Andif I twirled around quickly, the skirt might rise up and show off myknickers. I tried it. It did.The knowledge that I was wearing a tiny skirt that could so easilydisplay my silky pink knickers was very stimulating. Especially when Iknew that my pretty underwear contained a very obvious bulge.I wondered if there. I havetried so hard to do or say something, anything I didn't say before, andfailing. I literally cannot learn from my mistakes, but am forced towatch myself make them again and again and again. Sometimes, I wish I could just not grab that cord, but of course, I haveto. I am a puppet to my own past, and no matter what, the dance willcontinue. Its almost time for me to go. One of the worst parts of what's about to happen is I wont even be ableto cry. In fact, I will smile as I go up to the lab,. Jennifer closed her eyes as she felt the large shaft slipping exquisitely into her. Olivia watched, fascinated, as Jennifer engulfed the large plastic cock.Once the first couple inches had been inserted and it could guide itself, she pulled the belt up around her waist, and pushed the dildo most of the way inside herself. A little adjusting of the front panel and she buckled the straps in place.When Jennifer had her own dildo nestled deep in her warm tunnel and the straps were adjusted snugly,. I never thought I would miss him so badly this soon. It’s not that my heart is missing him. It is my mind, my body, my being. He tells me he is home. It is late, and we can’t make it work. We both decide we should try later. Frustration sets in. I caress myself and think of him, His touch, his gentleness, his strength, his roughness. Though I cum again and again, I am still not satisfied. I need him. I sleep and dream of him. I can’t get him out of m head.The following day is a day.