Now where is her bra? Not to be found anywhere, well her boobs are firm to go without. She pulled her dress on and took a look in the mirror. Her hair...is a mess and her handbag could be anywhere, so no make up or hair brush. She scrunched her hair and it looked half decent. Her dress looked really out of place. it looked as if she was ready to run home, the walk of shame. Not the impression she wished to give. She noticed my shirt was on the chair. She took off her dress and slipped on my. I was going to cum holy fuck was I ever…I laid down, my legs went straight out, my toes curled, my back arched and my pussy gave me a feeling of total ecstasy, I had to make Bridgette stop as the sensation was just too much… She came up from between my legs and kissed me, she whispered in my ear “you’re pussy tastes soooo good” I kissed her again and rolled over on top of her, making out with her, grinding my knee up against her silk panties that I could tell were wet from her pussy…. I. I told the women, they were shocked. Do you know how hard it is to shock women who talk about what type of hotdogs are best for masturbating? I didn’t think so. Later on I texted him on how much I loved telling them all about him and I, and through evasive questions and answers, we fell in love… again. Part II: The first time I saw him in over a year was through a screen door. I had been sitting on his steps, my heart pounding faster with every text he sent me, telling me he was getting closer. But at last it was going nowhere and I knew it must ve been such a temptation for her because after the ##naughty struggle## she got out of bed and said something brief like ''are you drunk?? you must be sleep walking go to bed already in your own bed.'' So i knew i had my fun/chance at her. i comply to the scenario and bluurrted out like a drunken boy 'i wanne.. slipp here~'' (like i was sleep walking) But heres the magic i saw that captivated me years later still. As we were having that.