.. I turned to you as we reach the bed... looking for reassurance that this is what you want... I clearly didn't have to... you were right behind me l...oking at me as if you wanted to rip my cloths off... Your hands slide up under my top and push it over my head... You reach behind me and pull my hair-tie out so that my hair falls down over my shoulders... your hands reaching behind me and undoing my bra... You do it so slowly... almost saving the moment that my breasts are revealed... When you. Angel has a large network of friends, and those friends helped her immensely. She and I, though, had grown very close over the years, and she turned to me more and more for support. I also became the father figure for her two boys, now in High School and Middle School.July came, and the first anniversary of Lynn’s death arrived. Just two months after Doug was lost, Angel was still in mourning, but she came to me, supporting me, and comforting me. I comforted her. If anything positive came. " She was drying her eyes. "Now tell the truth, how often do you do it." You won't tell anyone?" she asked."I swear." About every other day." I was stunned; Miss Prissypants masturbates every other day. "Is that a lot?" she asked innocently."No, " I lied. "Do you think it is a lot?" I guess not. I have never asked anyone about it. How often do you do it?" I was doing about twice a week until C.J. got me this new vibrator; now I do it every night." With that little thing?" No. It is a big one. “Rlook at you, wvery dirty girl. Get on your knees and suck my dick…” I knelt and he stepped to me and had me open his pants and pull out his ample un-cut cock. He was bigger than most, but not as large as a black guy I had taken early last evening. Of course, the black guy was a quickie, who could imagine how long Patel would be with me…I opened my mouth and pulled his foreskin back exposing his pre-cum covered and slick pointy cockhead. I stroked my hand down his thick shaft and mouth-fucked.