Her nightie was propped atop the splendid mounds of flesh, and my eyes took in the tantalizing sight of her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing panties; sh... must have ditched them sometime during the night. The implications startled and excited me. Getting rid of her panties meant she had been prepared to go all the way, to let me into her body. Had I been privy to that information while she was rubbing her pussy with my stiff cock a few minutes ago, I would surely have taken the chance and rammed my. Intellect and emotion are two very different things.Brandon, dear heart, has always claimed that he doesn't need more than a handful; besides, he says, he wouldn't care if they were concave, because they'd still be mine. But it's been a sore point with me for just about as long as I can remember. Michael had unknowingly hit on one of my strongest insecurities, and even now I was still feeling uncomfortable, defensive, exposed, as though an attack might come from any direction. At least with. So why have I not learned that particular lesson yet? After all, it has been two years since she fled, leaving behind not only me, but everything that she possessed. Picking up the black velvet box that rests in the left-hand corner of my desk, I carefully open it. Nestled into the cushion is the diamond and emerald ring that I had gotten her before… I shake my head. There is no point in allowing myself to travel down that path. Not now. Closing the box I take care to place it in precisely the. As Brenda sucked me back to life, Jeri reached for the bottle of lube that she had in her nightstand and began to grease up her ass. She spread the lube all over and worked it inside her puckered opening by inserting two fingers. She moaned loudly as she worked her fingers in and out, calling for me. “Brandon , I want you in my ass right now. Come over here and fuck me in my ass.” I moved over to Jeri, who was on all fours with her ass pointed up in the air. She still had a great deal of lube.