"What the fuck, Hannah? Why are you holding Barb like that? You want her now?" Miranda inquired, raising her hands up slightly with her palms out."Wel..., Barb and I just have some history, that's all. We still like each other's touch." What do you mean, Barb is your ex?" Yes, we were together for a year, but broke up a few months ago. I guess our feelings never really disappeared," Barb answered."Miranda, are you crying?" I wondered.She backed away marginally. "Well, I ran after you naked out. I basically purred for him, arching for his touch. He took his time, teasing my willing body with his touch, asking me questions I kept answering yes to, not really listening but desperately needing him to take me.I came hard as he drove into me, his hardness filling me, and filling my lustful needs at the same time. Harder and harder he pounded into me, and my moans charged out of my mouth like a steam train, only to be silenced by a cock thrusting deep into my throat.My orgasm overcame any. It was not the pain, almost unendurable though it still was, that caused this sign of emotion, but shame. The warm-hearted sympathy that this girl had just expressed served to remind her of all the unkind things she had said about her in the past and about so many other of the village girls. At this moment there was nothing she wanted more than to have them accept her as a friend. She had witnessed, with amazed and growing admiration, their stoicism as they had descended time and again into the. Her hubby had gone visiting some friends out of town; so, the only thing waiting for her at home was a huge red vibrator.I turned on absolutely at the thought of her boss lying back on her bed, running her red vibrator all over her beautiful nude body, teasing herself until the bitch erupted in climax, crying like crazy.Barbara suddenly stared at me in my eyes and asked softly:"Well, is there anything more I can do for you before I go home?" What I need most is some woman`s lips someone to lick.