“I have dreamed of being inside you!” I reply softly as I feel her hands reaching down to grip my firm buttocks.Lifting myself up, I crane my neck...forward to tease her nipples once again with my tongue, as my cock ploughs in and out. She is rocking her hips, meeting mine on the deepest point of my thrust as I hear her murmuring and a series of pleasure filled sounds that escape from between her gorgeous lips. I lick and suck the nipples gently and start to tug on them with my teeth as my cock. If you make love to me, and I get pregnant, we won’t know if it is yours, or… theirs.” Her eyes turned downcast as she spoke the last work. She swallowed loudly. “If it is theirs, I’ll gladly have an abortion. But I don’t want to risk having to lose your c***d, instead. So please... wait?” She looked pleadingly into his eyes, practically begging.“Excuse me?” He was rather incredulous. “Let me make sure I understand this. You want your husband to go on a trip for a week, unable to be with his. At last, the white box returned to the ‘Sign me in’ message, and a grey error box appeared in the middle of his screen, informing him that his account was no longer active and instructing him to go to the hotmail site to reactivate. He wasn’t surprised, it had been over two years since the account was last used. Logging into the browser, he found the site and a small blue link labeled, ‘Trouble signing in?’ Following the link, he was taken to a page that immediately recognized Lisa’s .Net. ... ma toute petite culotte. Elle comporte des odeurs savoureuses, des petites traces coquines. Les hommes ne peuvent l'ignorer quand ils savent que mes fesses ou mon sexe ont frotté pendant des jours sur ce petit bout de tissu. Vous pourrez vous endormir avec, vous masturber, la contempler, la ranger avec d'autres petites culottes (peut être encore les miennes ...). Bref c'est un petit bout de moi qui sera avec vous. A votre demande j'aurais pu faire pipi dans ma culotte, ou laisser de légères.