Work might night to eight and this is this shift my husband works. Worked with a man who I find exciting and sexually desirable. I giggle like a scho...l girl when he was around. I finally told him he was an amazing man. Being six feet six she fills the door when he walks in. His pretty blue eyes and his broad shoulders just got me going. We flirted when all others left and worked totally alone most week nights. I fixed him a meal for us both each night. We ate and talked, flirted back and. It would’ve lasted forever, Sheila had thought after his death. Thinking about the what-ifs of life also made her go back to that fateful day. What if….she’d been there. If she’d been in bed with him, she could’ve noticed when his heart had stopped, when his breathing had seized instead of him dying of Sudden Death Syndrome, alone. Tears poured down her face, they had argued that night. Bringing Mike into the argument about the friends he would hang out with. She was surprised when Chris. You would think that Tammy would be grateful for Daddy taking all that extra effort but she just swore at him and told him he was a bastard and even used the "F" word. Funny thing is, it sounded more like she wanted him to hurry up because she kept saying, "Faster" and "Deeper," and to do her like a whore. I don't know if Daddy was doing it right because I don't know what a whore is, but whatever he did she just yelled louder and louder. I decided it would probably be best to just leave them. Aamina in a very low voice was moaning and trying to control…mmmmmm…. Issssssss….. rajjjjjveeerrrrr… mmmmm… mmmmmmmmm… her hands were caressing and grabbing my hair harder and pushing them more into her breasts and sometimes her hands were caressing all over my back and sometimes when I was fingering her harder she use to scratch my back with her nails or kiss and bite my cheeks and shoulders, by leaning a little forward. Finally, she couldn’t control anymore and came on my hand and in the heat.