She waited until they had driven away from her former home before she broke down in tears. Beth pulled off the road and cradled her son’s girlfriend... to her as the young woman’s emotions came out in sobs and wails.“I’m sorry for getting your blouse all wet,” Hailey told Beth. Unlike Phil’s apartment where the closest thing to a tissue had been toilet paper, Beth had a box of Kleenex in her purse and produced it for Hailey.“The shirt will dry,” Beth said. “Don’t give it another thought. You take. In moments she was done."Alright", she said sounding relaxed, "I'm gonna steal some stuff now." She stepped into the bedroom closet and I could hear her rummaging around.I began to test the lines holding my arms and legs, but she had somehow tied them very tight. They wouldn't budge and the rope was clearly too strong for me to break. "Boring closet", she said as she walked through toward the bathroom. She stopped and held her fingers up in a square like a picture frame. "This is quite the. I did my best to follow her, but my mind was not on pottery. It was focused completely on the amazing sensation of her hands on mine, mixed with the wet clay. This was the first time that we had actually touched, as at the ball last night Tish had of course worn gloves for the whole evening, and so our hands had not touched. I had held hands romantically with other girls, but I had never experienced these sensations. I suspect that she felt it too, as her breathing quickened and her speech. His cock was getting harder and body more ridged. He was holding his breath and his grip on my cock was tight as his movements became more robotic. His eyes were closed and his face was flush. A growling moan escaped his lips as his body went taught. I could feel the pulsing of his testacies first as the muscles pushed his ejaculate the tube of his shaft. His cock throbbed in my grip getting larger and warmer as his cum shot out to coat his belly and legs. It was a huge load. I could feel the.