So Karissa brought the head to her moistened cunt lips and pressed in. “How do you want it?” she finally asked.“Slow,” said Hanna.Karissa push...d the fake cock into the woman, gradually working it deep, a gentle thrust at a time. Once fully in, Hanna pulled her head down and they kissed. The most sensual kiss Karissa had ever experienced. When Karissa started to withdraw, the kiss ended. “Stay still, Karen. Just push in and grind.”“Yes Hanna.” The kiss resumed.It broke when she felt pressure on. I can see that now.It’s not that my marriage was all that good. We hadsome really good times and then those really bad times.I’m just sitting here reminiscing. I remember when Ifirst met my wife Sophie. She and her younger sisterHelen were at the malt shop when I walked in. I wasjust a cocky guy who liked to meet young ladies andgive them my spiel. I walked up to Sophie and gave herjust about every pickup line I ever learned. She lookedat me and said, “George, you’re so. They asked what she knew about Victor, what sort of relationship they had. What sort of a person was he? Did she feel comfortable with him?Then they went on to ask about Gail’s behaviour since he had become close to them as a family, and she enthused about how happy the little girl was; how she longed for him to visit.Did she seem more reserved? Did she wet the bed? Susan began to ask where these questions were leading, but they did not answer her; instead they asked more questions.Did she. I always carry some on trips, because I just love to pour it on my cock when masturbating. It is all very quick and ferocious with no oil and a quick jerk, but I prefer the oil, and my slow hand gliding gently up and down – mimicking what I have experienced woman do to me. I just know next time I am in the mood this delicious woman is going to in my thoughts!I pour some oil down her back and she quivers with delight. Massaging slowly up her back and across her shoulders I hear he moan with.