"No way! He's a Deacon in the church. He'd never speak to me again if he ever found out I thought about him that way. He'd disown me. I could never go...back home, ever again." So that's why you don't want to marry..." Roger couldn't remember her fiancé's name."Jed," she finished for him, and then went on. "No... Maybe. I don't know for sure. I'm not really attracted to Jed. He's nice, and sweet, but he's not..." Your father?" asked Roger."No, it's not even that, really," she said, looking. ..it was a vibration beyond belief, no batteries would be able to keep up to that. As you flicked and torture my clit. I begged you for mercy with my broken voice...half whispers... half moans. You smiled and obeyed. Your finger slowed down... but it only mad things worst. My clit was as sensitive as it could be by now...with my wet pussy dripping even more than before. You kept sliding your fingers along my slit only gathering more wetness on my poor throbbing clitoris. My breath broke down. My eyes drooped from the powerful flashes of the TV screen. Shakily, I was dragging myself to bed when suddenly a silver outline on the couch in the living room caught my eye. Before I could even investigate, the lamp on the small table next to the couch flashed on. "You're late," a voice spat at me with such a cold tone. "Craig?" I immediately recognized the familiar man sitting in my living room. Craig was one of my friends and lovers. Online. He was sitting on the couch, stroking his fat six. Kim had grabbed my hips and started encouraging me to move even faster. He was pushing me into Lindell, so I rammed into her and he hauling me back up his cock, so I hit him hard and then repeated the action.I just let him control me. Lindell must have guessed Kim was driving and happily started shaking and quivering under me. I grunted as I had to still in her, as I came. I then grunted again as Kim slammed into me making me shake as much as Lindell was, with me coming in her, as he blasted.