Real triple-edged swords, if that’s a thing. I loved the closeness and excitement of going to sleep with Veronica and waking up next to her, and I l...ved the bittersweet pain I felt in my gut knowing that Jill was experiencing the same pleasures with Malcolm. But the fear and the worry was the third blade, and even after only two such nights the blade cut deep, and hurt bad. After everything that had happened with Chris, how could it not?===============================================As I handed. There I was standing on the cold garage floor, dripping rain water off my body with one of the ends of the handle my husband uses to cut our trees with up my pussy working it in and out. I worked that handle like it has never been worked before, until I had a nice cum. I pulled out the handle, and put it back in its place, still slick with cum juice on it. My mission was not complete, I was still horny and looking for something else, new to try out. You know, when you are super horny and. Underneath were my obligatory garters and fishnet stockings with the 5 inch spiked high heeled court shoes! My skirt was so tight that the bumps of my garter straps were clearly visible if I bent slightly. My blouse was a deep red long sleeved affair with a very tight waistline and quite plunging neckline. My breasts looked awesome if I say so myself, and all of the guys had been having sneaky looks at my attire all morning. I was prancing between desks all morning making sure every guy got a. Late one night after a hot but frustrating date with a coy coed, I came in to find the light was on in Mrs. W’s front parlour, I could hear the TV was on. As I went toward the stairs, she called to me in her thick accent, ‘Stoo-vart, comink in here a minute’. I thought she was going to bawl me out for the late hours I kept, but instead it appeared she just wanted some company. I joined her on her sofa, she was in an old bathrobe, watching the Late Show, with a bottle of vodka and a few cans of.