Sophia's hand reached down between her legs. She had stripped down and put on a comfy short teddy. It was fuchsia pink with a white lace trim. She clo...ed her eyes for a second. She was surprised at how Jeremy's face kept reappearing in her mind. Her hand had a mind of it's own as she tucked a finger under the hem of her panties to reach for her aching clit. It needed taming. Desperately. Sophia's breathing increased as she closed her eyes and massaged her nipples with her free hand while. It's true that we had other things planned for today and tomorrow. But I was planning on stopping by on my way home from work each day and would be back next weekend. As well as in two weeks when all their family would be here for the family get together. Maybe next weekend you can let your stallion have it's way with me again. If I'm going to be expected to do it the weekend everyone is here, I want to have another go at it before then.When I started for the room where my clothes are kept, to. What should I do?Sincerely,Gabe*Dearest Gabe,Ah, men and their culinary insecurity - a problem with an understandable root in our nature. The man as the provider evolved to find a sense of self-worth in how well he can satiate his woman’s appetite. And in today’s over-culinarized culture, men tend to think that if they aren’t the best chef their woman has ever had, then she’s deeply dissatisfied with their relationship and longs to leave. She must be going to bed every night missing those days. I spat on my prick, and wetted the knob and upper shaft well, then bringing it to her cunt, well moistened by my saliva in gamahuching her, I held open the lips with the fingers of my left hand, and half buried its knob before getting to the real entrance.“Don’t flinch, dearest, I shall not hurt.” And I got it well over the knob, and buried it one inch further.“Stop!” she cried, “it seems as if it would burst me open, it so stretches me.” “But it does not hurt you, dearest?” I had immediately.