For quite some time she lay there thinking about the heart-wrenching conversation she’d just had with Grant and his rude, hurtful comments. At the m...ment, she couldn’t figure out which needed stroking the most, her damaged pride, her hurt feelings, her trampled ego, or the frustrating ache between her thighs. She decided there wasn’t much she could do about her pride. When the man you love has basically just told you that you’re not built to his satisfaction, what the hell can you do? She would. Her parents even approved of me hanging out with her without needing their supervision. I don’t see how it could be my baby she is carrying since that would imply that we had sex. She must need me to visit if someone found you to give me the message. We didn’t tell each other our last names or swap our contact details. I’m pretty sure that was to keep me from trying to find her so I could hang out with her after she went back home.”“Yeah. Right, David,” Dad said with a laugh. “You keep on. Daphne looked up at me with her eyes pleading, her mouth open and panting. She was trying to grind her pussy on the chair, but I think she couldn't get the angle right. I chuckled softly, "Are you trying to cum without permission, slut?" No, Sir. But..." I pressed a finger to her lips to stop her. She started licking my finger, I decided to let her. She sucked it into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it like it was my cock."This would be a good time to discuss some rules," I struggled to keep. Now she needed his cock. She had been so stressed out. It had also been 7 months for a woman who was used to having sex twice, sometimes three times a day, 5-7 days a week. She was starving!!!!She was so hot when she thought about him, her panties wet she found herself getting off at least a few times a day. She always liked pulling at her blonde hair, twirling it in her fingers, her other hand rubbing her tits, pulling at her nipples getting them hard, saying his name, moaning his name. This.