I then took 2 fingers and slowly into my pussy. I tried to not moan in pleasure. I then slowly moved them in and out of my tight wet hole. I became to...move faster and faster. I began bucking against the toilet. I hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I went even faster, as I began to thrust the rest of my body against my fingers. I then came, I squelled in pleasure trying not to wake my family. I slowly began to stop bucking. Once I had stopped I put my clothes back on and went to. I knew she wasnt going to wake up and my pussy was throbbing so bad that I knew this was going to be fast anyways. I pulled up her tee shirt and wanted to suck and fuck that tight pussy right away, but I wanted to treasure the moment first, so I slid the tee shirt up to around her neck, with her arms beside her head on the pillow. I thought I was going to scream when I finally reached up and touched my sleeping friends titties. I bent down and licked each nipple then rubbed them in small. ‘Apparently she does, Ms. Kristoff. Type 2.’ ‘That’s impossible,’ Deity cut in. ‘I live with her and I have never, not once, seen her shoot up.’ Everyone in the room turned to Deity. ‘…On insulin.’ She finished ‘Is it possible that there is a mistake? Ma would tell us if she had something like diabetes. I mean, how do you hide that?’ Dr. McKeen looked overwhelmed. He put his hands out in front of him. ‘Ladies, ladies. There is no mistake. Candice Kristoff-Winter has been a diabetic since July. She could go out shopping for a few hours while I met the guys at three. We should finish the main part of the meeting by five, six at the latest. We would then be having a meal together. My wife was reluctant about that but I said the guys were really looking forward to meeting her, so she finally agreed. I promised her everything would be fine and that while she was out shopping she should buy herself a new dress for the evening to go with the new lingerie I’d bought her which consisted of.