She apparently was used to having a man put his hand on her pussy, but she was a little surprised when I ran my finger up and down her pussy slit. At ...irst, Martha was very tense when I put my hand on her pussy, but she soon relaxed as I moved gently and lightly rubbed my hand over her clit. She did react when I stuck my finger inside her cunt to feel for moisture. There was enough for me to work a second finger into her tunnel and to feel for her G-spot.I found that spot very easily—the bumps. She handed back the glass tumbler, sweat beading her forehead and upper chest. ‘W-What’s wrong with me, darling?’ she gasped. ‘I feel like shit!’ ‘Probably just withdrawal symptoms, babe! Nothing to get too concerned about!’ he replied, with a wry grin. ‘W-What?’ She shook her head, as if she hadn’t heard him right. ‘D-Did you say w-withdrawal symptoms?’ ‘Yeah, to one of the most highly addictive narcotics on the market! Very expensive, and very, very exclusive! I’m probably the sole source of. He could hear the rain outside accompanied by rolling thunder. A good old-fashioned summer storm to clean the city.George cracked open another beer and gulped down half of it in one take. What had he ever done to deserve this shit? Nothing. He'd worked hard his whole life. He'd gone to war for his country, had seen friends die, had killed a whole lot of gooks. He paid his taxes and kept a roof over his family's head and fed them three squares a day. To be treated like this, with no respect, was. ” I smiled and went in.. She was sitting at her vanity table, surrounded by mirrors and lights. Baby was doing that thing women do with tweezers—plucking her eyebrows out by the roots..I winced at every pull, making her laugh.. ”You never seen a lady do this?” I just shook my head saying-- '' It seems like self-abuse to me. I came early to ask a favor of you. Since I plan on being here with you again, cut Harold loose for a break downstairs at the bar. The barkeeps a friend of mine and I.