There was a comforting feeling to the emptiness by now. It had existed long enough to warmly blanket rather than wetly smother. Today, however, the co...fort was gone, and there was only the feeling of blank, empty space -- space that had not been filled yet. She shrugged, for she had felt such things before, when she first moved in, or when she was in one of her black moods. Perhaps she was headed for another. At least the cats loved her. She always had her cats. Cats were better than people.. .I do as he asks, exposing my pussy and ass to him, he rubs his fingers across my soft shaven pussy, already moist from excitement and anticipation, i gasp as he slides one finger inside me slowly, teasing me, then two fingers, pointing them down wards to rub against my g-spot, getting faster and faster, more pressure till I feel my legs start to tremble, I can hear how wet I am as his fingers slide in and out my pussy, juices running down my legs, im moaning louder now, my face pressed into. Towards the end of the day we were at the snack table just talking about general things when she asked if she had been doing well enough for me. All I could say was I wanted to fuck her feet. As there were too many people to really sneak away together without being noticed she suggested I fuck her flip flops. So we put together a little plan for her to provide me the opportunity. There was an upstairs bathroom of the house we were at that was being used, so we planned that she would leave her. . mine tall, slender, lean and hard with her smooth softness surrounding me. Or deep and vigorous pounding from behind when she would finally cry wordlessly when all that fleshy rod would finally becoming nearly too much to bear. Or pushing myself inside her beautiful vagina whilst kneeling with her heavy legs resting on my shoulders. Or having her sitting heavily and lazily with all of her weight when I, finally on my back, could rest a few minutes and watch her trying to jump on me. She was.