It's something she's fantasized about for a long time. We had seen stuff like it on the internet. I was at first disgusted and then found it erotic bu... I wouldn't want to do it. I've done some prtty weird shit but I just could cross that line. Lydia did it. She told me her pussy was pretty sore afterwards and would probably not do it again. We are the keepers of each others secrects.Friday, April 28, 2010 I finally called Alice. We got together and went to her apartment. We drank a little wine. I wanted all of her. My hands moved to her hard sweet cheeks and then to her pussy where my fingers easily enteredMy rigid prick flopped against my belly as Jen gave it some soapy attention. "Let's rinse off and head on to the next nine," she said with a grin."Rob, do you have a rubber?" she asked. "In my shaving kit," I replied, woefully."I'm sorry," she said, "I had problems with the pill. So I'm afraid it's no headcovers, no driving. After dinner, then?"Before I had a chance to reply she. Press and release. Press and release. Up the sensation rose slowly, a light touch all the way up to my neck. There, as my shade completed itself, I could feel its warm breath mimic the rhythm of light pressure from its stomach.I lay there in that hazy sleep state and felt the shadow slowly growing firm behind me, pressing its hardening self into me, searching for its goal. As it grew harder so did I, echoing its need, just as it echoed my form. Tentatively it explored, finally finding the tight. ’ In that moment I learned a key lesson about lying. I had practiced lying all my life and I considered myself quite good at it. Pick the emotion, the stress level, the sincerity you want to portray, feel them, then tell the lie. But it was very difficult to lie to Sunny. I instinctively understood the reason: I cared what she thought about me. I didn’t want being caught in a lie to lower her opinion. That created real stress as it tapped my conscience. In the past, I didn’t care at all what.