All he could do was the honorable thing, support her, answer any questions she had truthfully and hope like hell whatever she decided would be somethi...g he could work himself into. Finding a woman like his wife was more than a man could expect. Finding and keeping a second one like her, a woman like Helen, was a minor miracle. Still, he could place himself in position to help her and hope. As he locked the car he vowed to spend every waking moment hoping for that miracle. He had no choice but. I couldn’t control myself. I put the camera down and went to her side. I kissed her passionately and began sucking on her free breast. She reached into my pants and started stroking me. I stepped towards her and she pulled me into her mouth. She sucked voraciously and stopped to catch her breath.“Ooooohhhhh, fffuckkk. I need you. I need you in me. Please, fuck me!” she gasped. My stomach sank but I wanted to see it as badly as she wanted it. Matt stopped, unsure of what to do next.“Okay, baby.. When I touch myself and think about that night, I pinch my nipples the way you would have. I run my fingertips down my stomach like you would have done. I slide a finger inside myself like you would have.”“Or maybe you wouldn’t have joined me. Maybe I just would have come out wearing a towel ... and when the moment was right ... dropped it and told you to make love to me right there in the living room.”She gasped.“Sometimes I have a toy with me ... and I pretend it’s you. I suck on it ... I. It left behind the sensation of sticky warmth. ‘It does when you’re not busy deconstructing the moment!’ ‘But how— ‘ the rest of the Asian girl’s words were cut off as Sam slid a third finger up inside her, curling her fingers as her thumb began to tease her clit out of hiding. ‘Think of it as a collaborative lap dance: grind and be ground.’ Miranda established a rhythm: she thrust forward into Sam’s nimble fingers as they worked their way in and out of her body, she felt her clit swell under.