Her other hand cupped a breast and her fingers sought, and found, my rock-hard, erect nipple. Her long fingernails dug in, through the thin cloth of m...y dress, and this sent electric bolts to my crotch.The men, just stood there watching how Aisha started to make love to me. Her hand gliding down to my belly, circling, caressing, over my hips, my ass, to end up under my dress and cupping my pubic mount. She squeezed and a finger parted my swollen and drenched lips and she started to finger me. Bo. My cock is so hard and so ready for you it has drops of cum already begging you pleading for you that makes that grin rill acrossyour face you go to the tip of my head and blow across it only makeing the purple head harder you grip it as hard as you can and pull your self up to my ear and whisper have you ben wateing for me and giggle as you frturn to you place in front of me but letting your nipple drag across the head you settle back down and place my hands on your precous brest letting me. Brett’s talked about her a lot!”When we gave Rhee no push-back, she pulled her phone from her pocket and texted Meka. It went back and forth a few times.Rhee looked up and said, “She says to come over and offered to drive them home.”Lana responded, “Cool.” She looked around at all of us, then said, “I like you guys, so I’ll let you in on a minor secret, although it wouldn’t have lasted much longer as a secret, anyway.” She looked at Brett, who nodded, so she turned back to me and said, “I’ll be. He’d never wear that again. To him it was a jinx to wear funeral clothes past the time of the burial. Uncle Santino had done such a thing, wearing them to a second wake. He had a coronary the very next day. The toss of clothing was simply proof that Damien had been brought up with strict Catholicism dipped in a thick portion of superstition. Bare to the chest, Damien took a second to thumb the pink scar from the last time he was shot. Right in the hip had gone the slug. It had spun the olive.