'So dirty.' he whispered, his lips pressed into my neck and his fingers pulsed faster inside me. I always behaved like a dirty girl, even just when us...ng conversation with him. We both discussed everything; it's what best friends do. He knew I was dirty, and I loved that he knew it. I gasped, before shaking my head, 'Stop. Stop.' I whispered, his head lifted from my neck as his breaths panted against my skin. 'What's wrong?' he asked, his face shocked yet dazed. My hand from his neck reached. She thought that Fate had given her a second chance, that maybe she could love him again. She lay in bed for a long time before she shook herself from the delusional dream: no matter how pleasurable an illusion it had been, she needed to move on. Go about her life. She couldn’t hold on to Matt’s memory as a crutch any longer. Strengthening herself, she resolved that it was time to get on with living. * She still visited the gravesites, but rather than going on holidays and the anniversary of. “Climb on the desk and get it”. She removed her shoes and climbed on the desk. Still, she had trouble reaching the top. “Could you hold me ma’am”.I went behind her and held her legs. Her legs were as soft as a feather. I felt her smooth skin on my hands. She was leaning forwards, and was on her toes. I tried to peep inside her skirt, trying to catch a glimpse of her hidden treasure. I caught a glimpse of her white panties.“You have to hold me from the front ma’am”, Natasha told me. I came. I felt his fingers push them to one side and pulling my cheeks apart. My balls and arse were now easy for him access my cock was now hard and pinned between the bed and my belly. He, Sir, Jonathan shuffled himself forward his inner thighs rubbing along my stockinged outer thighs. I sensed him lean forward. His cock was now at my entrance he gave it a little push and he eased inside. His arms slid under mine as he laid his body on mine his cock pushing deeper as he moved. His hands now locked.