She wanted to know why her house burned down. Whose fault was it? Was she going to get insurance money? She sniffled and cried some more, but she was ...lad that she had a friend to stay with.The apartment was small: once you walked in the main door you were in the living room. Branching off of the living room was the dining area, the kitchen, one bathroom, and one bedroom. Julia told Megan that she could sleep on the couch bed in the living room.The apartment was small, but cozy. The two chatted. His black T-shirt had the name of the bar on the back, the sleeves crudely cut off. His arms were muscular and athletic, the muscles rippling up and down and the veins popping. His chiseled face carried a perpetual smile and constantly twinkling mischievous eyes. He was a hopelessly handsome, sure of himself, flirty, blonde stud god. I grabbed one of the many empty stools at the bar and ordered a beer. “Haven’t seen you in here before.” He flashed a sexy smile that took my breath away. He. My hard nipples swell more and turn red from the pressure built around them. I begin to feel the tentacle in my pussy begin to piston in and out of me at a higher and higher speed creating a squelch squelch as it fills me more and more. Suddenly the room is filled with a ringing! I look down to see my phone vibrating through my robe. I reach for it and answer the call, its my boyfriend. I was just calling to check in on how youre adapting to the new scenery he says. I try to give some form of. At one point, I asked Gina if she'd ever fucked another man besides her husband. She laughed very sexily and said that would be for me to find out -- that she "never fucked and told". I knew from her answer that the answer must be "Yes" and I wondered then if it was possible for me to take my sexy fantasy into something much more closely resembling reality. I decided to try a really obscure approach and see if Gina would take my bait. "Hey, Gina, have you ever been on a tour of this house?" I.