He makes me wet and I want him so badly. I close my eyes and slide my hands over my body, imagining that it is his hands. My tights white tights cling...to my wet pussy and my nipples get harder as my imagination gets sexier and sexier.I feel the bed move. Someone has laid down next to me. I turn my head and open my eyes. It's him!I turn and get on my knees. Our faces overlap and we kiss. It's not a normal position, but its sexy. The wetness between my legs increases and our tongues intertwine. I. Everything is still and quiet. "Screw it," I mumble and walk through my parents' room into their bathroom. The glass shower doors are still wet, so they must have showered and left for the day, I thought to myself.I hang my towel on the door hook and step into the shower, sliding the glass doors closed behind me. I turn the faucet and stand under the oversized shower head letting the hot water pour over my body. After a few minutes the bathroom is filled with steam as the hot water washes away. She had been my girl for the last eighteen years and I wasn't ready to give up on her yet.What I held in my right hand could get me my hearts desire; it could get me Ann in ways I had only dreamed of having her.Dipping my left index finger into my seed pooled in the palm of my right hand, after wiping off the excess jizz, I leaned over my prone wife and placed my finger as close to her lower lip as I could get it with out touching the lip. I didn't want to just wipe my finger on her lips; I. Lynn heard her trail off, ‘Hi, how are you? What can I get you tonight?’ The waitress had an inviting way about her. Charming the new customer and melting into her work. ‘Little Breeze?’ Lynn stared at the picture, trying to let everything soak in. Her dream came flooding back into her mind and she instinctively began looking for spiders. Then checked her fingers for tacky residue. She taught about the old woman and her purchase, Her life, the heat, the trip, her father’s death and the reading.
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