I slowly spread the puffy lips for his imaginary tongue, thinking of the delicious sounds that it made as he licked and sucked my pussy. I felt nothi...g but the cool air hit my hot flesh. I slowly ran my fingers up and down my wet slit, thinking of his hands, his fingers plunging into my pussy, feeling him stretch me and probe so deeply. I wondered how much of his hand could I take? I had never been fisted before though I had seen it before on video. I didn’t see how I could take so much. We were friends for almost a year before we began dating. Looking back, time fogs as it tends to do, and it’s hard to remember exactly how that all came about, but it seemed like “boom!” and we were a couple. The relationship progressed and we ended up married after she had passed the bar exam.Of course, law schools around the country produce a bumper crop each year and there are fewer and fewer of the plum positions available to these freshly-minted graduates. So, my wife ended up finding a. "It's OK. You don't owe me any explanations. I'll even help you move your stuff before I go on vacation. I'll still miss you, though."I thought I saw her wipe a tear, but she was looking away again. "Now I really feel like a heel." She turned back to me, but was looking down still. "Is your offer still open? I do need someplace to stay, and a vacation does sound good. If you don't want me to go, I'll understand."I reached out and gently raised her chin. "I'm looking forward to spending my. " Well, for a day, she'll be your girlfriend." I don't know..." So you don't want to go out with me?" asked Crystal. "What's wrong with me?" At least this time she asked it in a teasing, rather than depressed tone."Nothing's wrong with you," Jeff insisted, "except that I'm too old for you." No you're not." Yes I am. Look, Crystal. Don't take this the wrong way. I really do think you're a beautiful, wonderful girl. But I also told you that you remind me of Brit. And to me, she'll always be a.