“It’s okay if you close your eyes and imagine fucking Ashley,” she asserts before grunting as his swollen member pushes deep into her cunt, bury...ng completely in on the first stroke.Anders is instantly taken aback. Is this a comment made because she is drunk or something else?“Just do it,” she slurs. “I really don’t mind. But if you don’t then don’t bother fucking me.”Anders grunts and nods. He will do it, not because she wants him to, but because he wants to. Except try as he might, he cannot. I felt like opening my zip & touch my penis on her pussy with clothes on & rub it, I wanted to make her cum in her chudidhar & lick it from outside. I felt strong force asking me to pull her & tease her pussy till she cummed out. That moment I wanted to fuck her badly I wanted to explore every inch of her body. I wanted her to scream like she is being killed, with biting her neck and licking those fingers & running my fingers in hair and pulling hard to reach deep inside. Also hear her moan to. They fit perfectly too. My long legs helped with the look as Iwalked in the most feminine walk I could, swaying my hips and strutting abit. Bev was in awe. "You are the most beautiful creature I have everseen. "Jewelry. You need some bling. Oh, I almost forgot. There's anotherbox in the pink bag." Bev reached in the bag and came out with a large jewelry box. She openedit and inside was a sparkly diamond necklace, long chandelier earringsand a bracelet also in real diamonds. We looked at each. " Well, maybe." No maybe to it. Level with me."As it turned out Gary had brought enough cocaine to party the entire weekend. This presented a problem for me. Several years before, just after my divorce, I became involved with a sexually voracious and very wild woman who also loved cocaine. On perhaps 20 - 25 occasions, I had used the stuff with her. This got very kinky and wild. But the relationship ended badly. And as it deteriorated, I became convinced that the use of cocaine on any kind of.