Then she would pull her hand back up, dragging her fingertips over her clit. Softly moaning, she increases the speed of her fingers. The warm wate... dribbles down her pink nipples and onto her hand. Leaning back on the shower wall, she slid one finger inside her. Placing her other hand on her clit, she starts to rub her clit in counter clockwise motions. Her wet tits bounce up and down as she starts to breathe deeply. Slightly spreading her legs, she inserts two fingers inside her. . John n'était pas exactement ce qu'on pouvait appeler un Dom Juan. Sans être laid, il avait un physique assez banal. Il n'avait pas un charisme exceptionnel et n'était généralement pas le genre de personne qui attirait l'attention sur lui. La militante l'aurait d'ailleurs sans doute déjà oublié s'il n'avait pas ce pouvoir.D'où tenait-il ce pouvoir ? Était-il inné ou l'avait-t-il acquis sans le savoir d'une manière ou d'une autre ? Cela importait peu à ses yeux désormais. La seule chose qui. I looked down at it, and thought, traitor. As she was standing there looking in the closet, it reminded me of the first year we were married. Before we had the k**s, we lived in a small two bedroom apartment. She used to walk around almost every night with just her bra and panties on. Jenn had always been the more relaxed one of the two of us. I’m not saying she was a party a****l back then, but she initiated sex almost as often as I did. Of course, we used to have sex almost every night back. .. cute."Shane cut his eyes up, noticing the smirk on her face. "Look Jen, it looks like your fine now, I'm gonna head out." She almost choked on her food, realizing he mistook her. "No Shane, I didn't mean it as a joke or anything. I was serious." Shane stood up, and slipped his feet into his boots. "Yeah, I'm sure. Look, get dressed, I can take you to your car, or you can wait until your sister gets home." He grabbed his stuff, and his keys, and was heading out the door, when she grabbed his.