In fact, you can make a few bucks at the same time. Well, are you in? You can take a picture of me, my car, and my license plate, and then send it to ...n e-mail address for insurance.” I followed him out to his car. It was a late model beamer. I took the pictures as he suggested and sent them to my e-mail address. Then, I got in his car. As we drove, he continued to assure me that he would be with me the entire time and all I had to do was say stop, if I wanted to stop at any time. I felt like a. I want to be that woman for you; I must be that woman for you! Without you, I am a worthless slut. I'm frustrated that you don't know this and are satisfied just being my friend. A friend should know that a woman needs more than friendship to survive, to be healthy." Louise closed her eyes and held her head in her hands. I knew that she was waiting for my response. I felt as though she was waiting for my rejection of her, my steadfast position that friends don't fuck each other, that I was. I'm more than wet enough, but his cock is so thick it fills me completely. It feels even better than I could have imagined. A small thought enters into the back of my head about my current boyfriend's cock. His isn't as thick or as long. I push that thought away. I want to keep feeling that stretching Mark's cock is causing in my pussy. I start pushing back against him, matching his rhythm. His fingers are digging deep into the flesh on my hips. Heather is laying almost underneath me, watching. .. uhngg..."Melinda closed her eyes when Jo's hand slipped under her panties, and she rocked her hips to Jo's fingers thrusting into her tight pussy. Whatever thought she had mattered no longer, her pussy running liquid around Jo's skilled fingers."Oh, you are sooo wet," Jo cooed. She withdrew her hands. "But you're going to have to do something for me before I let you cum. Now, watch me."Melinda gave Aunt Jo a look of disappointment at the cessation of the gentle pleasure, but when the pall of.