“Yes”, mutters from your lips. I continue to attack your clit, sucking on it, licking it.I then push two fingers inside of you, and your hips buck...up and down to fuck my fingers, while my mouth devours your swollen clit. I can hear your breathing/panting increase.I command “Do NOT cum” You whimper. I stop, but leave my fingers inside you. “Don’t cum, until your told.” My fingers are busily working on your G-spot, kneading that rough spot just inside your hole. With glazed eyes, you look at me,. As the years went by, my fantasies changed and I now wanted to be fucked by him. I wanted to feel his excess upholstery d****d all over me as I knelt and he mounted me doggy-style.It would never happen, of course, so I was safe in my debauched imagination.It came as a surprise to me to find myself that Saturday driving to that club. The bar was only half full and I didn't know anyone so I just sat and drank red wine.He came on at about nine o'clock and we talked for an hour, telling stories. The Christian objects before her reminded her that there is a cultural side to Christianity too. Products of the Renascence, Reformation, and Enlightenment were also her birthright as a Westerner. Just as Hanna had Moses and Maimonides, Jovita had Locke and Jefferson. Wasn’t looking beyond accidents of birth a key principle in modern Western society? Did it really matter if her ancestors happened to be Jewish instead of Pagan? Turning right, Jovita and Hanna came to a room of Gothic stained. "Are you going to sit up in the front?" I asked."Yes, if you want me to," she answered, shyly."Sit up here with me. I like you nearby. There are tissues back there. Bring some with you so you can cleanup in the vanity mirror up here," I told her. Amber got in the front, and we drove to the burger place. She seemed to be better now. We got our order, and I drove to the chapel parking lot. It was deserted. We parked in the rear, and had dinner, a little hugging and kissing followed.Just before.