She reached across the bed to Jake. He wasn’t there. She opened her eyes. Maybe he was out getting firewood.“Jake,” she said, sitting up, “I�...m still horny, baby.”“Aw, ain’t that sweet!” an unfamiliar voice said from the other side of the room.Startled, Béla’s senses were immediately alert. She saw a man in a dark suit, sitting backward and straddling a chair he’d brought in from the kitchen. He was loosely holding a snub-nosed .38 in the hand dangling over the back of the seat as he leaned. She would have told the doctor that she couldn’t make it, but Dave insisted. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought how important his promise was to her. Would he turn up to take her, a married woman heavily pregnant to a clinic, or would he wake up this morning and just forget her. Had he just used her as a cheap screw and would he now disappear. “I’m sure he won’t come back to my ugly bloated body” she moaned to herself. She was becoming more and more agitated, working herself into a. She had her pubic hairs trimmed. I kissed her belly button and kept kissing her stomach as I kept going down. I smelt the musk fragrance coming out of her virgin vaginal lips. I slid my left hand below to rub over her vaginal lips, they were moist and wet from inside. I pushed my middle finger lightly inside those vaginal lips and they just gulped my middle finger. Her wetness made it easy to slide in and about half an inch inside I could feel the elastic membrane of her hymen, the wall of the. The married women you know seem to take it as a personal affront to them and they are forever trying to fix you up with some candidate "Who is just perfect for you" and who will end your bachelor status. The married men that you know do the same only their reason is that they can't stand to see you happy when they aren't. The solution? Drag you down into the pit with them. I soon got to the point where I automatically found excuses every time someone invited me over for dinner or to a party.But.