Horny. Needs loving. OK? I love you. Jon.'The reply came quickly, 'Have fun. Don't forget Penny comes home at 3:30. Save something for me for later. X...XOX Amber.'I just nodded to Diane and led her into our bedroom where we could be comfortable on our big bed.An hour later Diane lay in the crook of my arm. I said, "I'm afraid we have to get dressed. My daughter gets home from school soon." I had filled Diane twice and cleaned her both times. Diane had more orgasms than I could count, and seemed. ” “What purpose does it serve?” Brandon queried. “From a practical standpoint, none. There is no information exchange, financial benefit or knowledge gain,” Harold replied logically. “Then why do so many people do it so often?” Brandon asked, weaving his web even tighter. "Perhaps there is some primal instinct that is satisfied. It is also an outward demonstration of affection,” Harold replied. Brandon was steering him into his trap. “What does it feel like? I mean, like kissing someone on the. She tossed it on the desk, too languid to sit up that little extra needed to place the tether in its tin. Melted into the chair, Michelle laid her head back breathing deeply and closed her robe over her still-too sensitive skin. She had an indescribable urge to say his name out loud, and was struck by how taboo that felt despite all of her other actions this night. Torn, thinking it would all make this seem perverse, she settled knowing no one would hear her. She whispered his name to the dark. "What are you doing out here in the dark?" Dot exclaimed. "I am looking for my dog, Pete." I said. "Well come in and lets make sure you are fine." Dot said. We walked into the house. Dot had a short robe on and a big fish bowl glass of wine. We both sat on her bar stools, one between us. "Are you okay? I hope you find Pete, I hate it when my dogs disappear." Dot said as she finished her glass. She got up and went and filled her glass again. There were two empty wine bottles sitting on the.