The day after I spoke to my gay friend in work Julian and told him that I and Hillary were having a rough patch, I didn’t tell him the full details ...f catching her masturbate but just we were having problems. His advice was to go home and talk compliment her and to get her a gift, in my mind I thought I’ll just go home and kiss her ass that’s when the light went off in my head. I got home that day finished tidying up and waited for Hillary to come home from her jog, once she did dressed in a. I didn't want to let her go, didn't want to stop making love to her. If she hadn't finally pushed me out of the bed, I wouldn't have.We went home. And that's when we hit our first rocky patch.Although she stayed over often enough, I hadn't let her move in. In the first place, it's not my house - it's Granddad's - and in the second, I didn't want to go through another 'Ryan' like scene if we broke up. But she did stay over a lot. And we were snuggled on the couch about two weeks after the. And she knew she could do it, if given the chance. There was the hard part. Deshona was polite but curt, always aloof, distant, impossible to approach except in the most businesslike way. Laura could only look at her longingly, admiring the smooth curve of her throat, or the briefly flashing heat of her eyes, wondering what it would be like to make her groan and quiver.Meanwhile, since Randi had dumped her boyfriend in order to spend more time with Laura, they did more together, in addition to. The tight fitting dark blue skirt with the patent black leather belt accentuated her narrow waist and the tailored white blouse wrapped snugly around her bosom, just sheer enough to give a hint of the lacy white bra striving hard to contain her firm breasts. As her eyes scanned downwards she stretched out one of her long shapely legs to open up the wicked six inch slit down the side of the skirt, exposing an inch or so of black stocking top. ‘Mmmmmm — not bad, even if I say so myself,’ she.