While I understand he suffers with his own demons of bi-polar and alcoholism, it doesn't give him the right to just stop talking to me without any exp...anation, no nothing. I felt so fucking hurt again, why do I continue letting this happen to me. I didn't know if he just stoped caring about me or if he cared too much and was just pushing me away. I constantly thought about fucking him, sometimes we would fuck all day and all night long. When he was inside me he could make me cum in 5 minutes. The blouse only came down to just above her midriff. The button-holes and the bottom edges of the blouse, as well as the collar’s edges and the sleeves edges were embroidered with bright pink ruffles. The bottom was a skirt not too different in shape from what she’d been given to wear the day before. However it was grossly over pleated and barely came down to mid thigh. There were panties but they were so frilly and ruffed as to be silly. Though the skirt was at least opaque it was so filmy. "Well, Miss Jane, what brings you here?" a man who was as rustic as the doctor was rumpled said. "And who did you bring with you?" Mr. Clampett, this is Dr. Marion Morrison," she said, getting out of her side."Marianne? That sounds like a girls name," Mr. Clampett said."I know," the sad little man said, wondering if he, too, should get out of the car."Oh, I didn't mean to sound rude. Come on, and stay awhile. Company's always welcome." Thank you...Mr. Clampett." Jed... Jed! Take that. She just loosened her grip on my hairs and started to scratch my neck and my back. And there I was just letting her enjoy the feeling of being loved. Moved my hands inside her top and pinched her waist and she left out a moan of pleasure and gave me a hard bite on my cheeks. Slowly I too started to scratch her back and this made her crazy even more, her eyes started to close and with every passing second, her breath was getting longer and hotter. From my experience, it’s best to make women.