And that's when the armor fell off of me, or the dam broke or whatever metaphor you were using happened, and I gave in to my urge to just fuck the bra...ns out of little Emma Wilkinson.It's hard to describe this, but there is apparently some kind of difference between being madly in love with a woman while you engage in coitus, and just doing it with someone you really like a lot. By that, I mean I always had trouble keeping myself from exploding in Caitlin. Maybe the urge to mate with her drove. I figured if I was going to write about it, I'd better get an idea of what I must look like. I saw myself with my legs spread wide, thrusting a big toy into my body with one hand and pressing a strong vibe to my clit with the other. I felt the blush creeping up my cheeks and my nipples hardened. I rolled my hips a little and squeezed my thighs together. God, I was wet already. I sighed. I was never gonna get this letter written.I stood up and went to the bathroom for a towel. When I sit in. "I reached up and stroked her thick locks. That dark hair was velvety soft and flowed through my fingers easily. She took good care of her hair. I was letting myself get distracted. Her pain was so deep that it scared me, but I couldn't let her bear that burden all by herself. There had to be some kind of hope, something that could allow her to be free of it, or at least find purchase to make it easier to carry. If she shared it, I would help her carry it. I had to find a way to let her know. I want to come but not yet. I'm waiting to come with him, together. I hear a noise and realise he's opening a lube bottle. I feel a cold sensation on my star. I have always refused entry but today I instantly grow wetter as I realise he's lubing up my bum. I feel the cold sensation then his finger gently enter me. All the time he's sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. I look up and watch. I have floor to ceiling mirrored wardrobes that face the bed and provide the most amazing view of us..