And I'm not prude!" I got up and started walking away. Then I got an idea to prove it. I walked back to him and ripped off his towel. His cock was st...nding straight up and hard. "Look I finally saw a cock. If you can even call it that," I told him coolly. I knew he would be hurt that I said that. I then put my hand on it. "Look I'm touching it. Aren't I cool?" I then walked back to my room. I probably should of felt bad about leaving him in his room, hard and horny. But at that point I was. Then he was on top of her, pumping his seed into her blood-soaked torso as she screamed in delight beneath him.The grass had dried quickly, almost as quickly as Candice's breast healed. Damien lay next to her, panting and gasping in the aftermath of their quick coupling, listening to each gasping breath coming from his exhausted wife."So," he panted, once he could speak, "how long have you been carving yourself up, and when can we do it again?"Candice grinned, lovingly grateful that he was. I froze in place and Nanette became restless in my embrace and I released her as I sat heavily on the ground. “Do you believe in reincarnation?” I asked.I figured I’d pretty much blown my chance with Nanette when I plopped on the ground to contemplate a gravestone and talk about reincarnation. Eventually, we got back to her car and she drove me home. She stopped me from getting out of the car with her hand on my shoulder and I turned to look into her midnight blue eyes. After a moment, she. ” ---I close the door behind and unzip my dress, feeling like an idiot. What was I thinking, throwing myself at Tom after ten years? I know there’s no way I’ll sleep without making myself come first; twelve hours of watching him has left my underwear damp. I lie on the bed in my thong and run a finger the length of my pussy; it glides through. I grab one of the firm hotel pillows and place it in the centre of the bed, then I straddle it and start to rub up against it, getting into a rhythm. I.