I could smell your sex, your femininity, as I worked you rhythmically. I slipped a second finger inside you. And then a third.Your pussy was wet and s..., so warm. It opened easily, letting my three fingers deep inside you. The wet sound of sex accompanied each stroke of my fingers as your pussy took the gentle assault of my passion. You made wet noises as I pumped you. And I could feel your juices trickling over my hand.Your breathing became more and more intense and I knew you were close. I. He was single, my age, and lived in California. We talked about everything; from my husband, work, life, music, and politics. It was like we became instant friends. Over a weeks time, my head was clouded with thoughts of Ty. We sent pictures back and forth of what we looked like (no naked ones) and I was instantly attracted to him. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of him. He seemed to be much taller than me, dark hair, and an amazing body. He eventually convinced me to send him a picture. He always telephoned to let Linda know if had towork late at the office but not this evening. Linda was about totelephone Christopher's office to see if he was still there when sheheard a car draw up at the front of the house."Ah," she thought, "here he is at last."Linda put down the telephone and went to the window and saw Christopherget out, more fall out of a taxi. He fumbled in his pocket looking formoney to pay the taxi driver, scattering coins over the pavement."He's drunk," she thought,. After an hour plus, I only shook in joy - Doris, my angel, was this whyyou worked hard to please me? What amazing feelings I was having!Paul and I danced the light fantastic. As a child of 60s, we both lovedMotown and the sounds of the Bossa Nova. I shook what I had, andpressed my rounded rear into his groin. Oh BOB, you are wonderful, butmy real boyfriend has his own tricks. But how could I hide the trick inmy panties? If he "read" me, he could hurt me - and my girls. I wasvery.