I never know what it's going to be, just that something is going to happen. This time I feel like it's not going to be something that's bad." Thank yo..., Cassie," Sam said. "You know, I'm very glad we found you or you found us." So am I," Cassie said. "I've only known you guys for a couple of days, but I love you both already." We love you too, Cassie," I said. The thunder was getting so loud we had to give up talking. I was thinking of Rip van Winkle as the lightening lighted up the sky for. My fingers come out a little - circling around your bud of electric wild fire - teasing that switch that would rock you with orgasmic waves of raw feelings - your hand covers my hand making sure that I am slow and teasing in my touch, and I move my hand down - deferring your magic button to your touch as my fingers sink once again into the mysterious cavern that is your womanhood. My fingers simulating what my cock wants to do by sliding in and out - I feel your lips moving around my fingers as. That’s when my present fantasies started. I would get out the nude pictures of Brenda that we had taken after we got mar-ried, and we would lay there and I would look at her picture, while she beat me off or ate me, and then I would stroke her clit and tell her how beautiful she was, and how exciting it would be if someone saw one of her pictures. She used to go wild when I would talk to her about undressing in front of someone or getting caught naked or wearing a short dress and showing off. After a few moments, her right hand came out of her body and Marci brought it to her face, inhaling the musk of her lust and then tasting the juices from her fingers. She was happy that she could still get wet down there, that she wasn't yet a dried-up old prune. Her mouth worked her fingers as though she were fellating a man, sucking off her fingers as though she were giving some man a blow job. How long had it been, she wondered as she did often, how long since she had last sucked Sonny's.