"Mmm, don't go," Theresa pleaded."A while back, I was snooping around in my dad's room, and I found this box of Mom's old stuff buried in the back of ...the closet. I took it, and Dad never said anything," Jennifer explained while sliding the box out from under the bed. Theresa heard a click and then a hum, then Jennifer climbed back into bed holding a vibrating dildo. "So now I get to use this on you." Oh shit, you have sex toys? I've had to make do with my hairbrush handle and a back massager,". ” He’s the one laughing now, “Well, if that’s what you really want.” My hips come off the bed, seeking him out. I’m needy, desperate and I don’t care. Please, please, please. He enters me slowly, until I moan, then he pulls out again. I’m whimpering now, the wave building again but he won’t let it break. At this point I would do anything, absolutely anything for this man to fuck me. “Fuck.” He whispers, unable to hold himself back any longer, and thrusts fully into me. He’s done. He looked at me and smiled. I looked at him and blushed. He was the first to speak, "We seem to have a, a, umm. . .a. . .situation here." I chuckled at him and agreed, "Indeed. Now what are we going to do about it?" We were well past the teenage years of groping each other on the couch, and I wasn't in the mood for a quick paw anyhow. Over the years, I had come to appreciate long, slow, sweet lovemaking, and I instinctively knew that his man could last, to give me what I wanted. . She dug her nails under the cuff of both sockswhile staring down her belly. Her mound was as pale as the rest of herbody and freshly shaved. She'd spent extra time shaving to make sureshe wouldn't get razor burn. The longest amount of time was spenttrimming around her pussy. She had an 'innie' with her lips nearlycompletely hidden behind her outer labia. The skin was darker there butsmooth and she was glad she'd taken the time because it made her feelpretty and cute.The tops of her socks.