Would she tell him? She didn’t know. Maybe one day. Who was she kidding? Of course she would…especially once he asked. That’s the kind of friend...ship they possess. Open. Honest. Non-judgmental. In the meantime, Dee would keep her dirty secret from her lover until the time was right. She would then go on to tell him how totally drunk she got in the bar that night with Rami, how he sweetly cared for her, how they had such good conversation about everything…even down to her sharing the story about. I thought, how would I get that thing inside of me? He told me to spread my legs. He put his hand on my pussy then looked at me. You are very wet, but do you have any lubricant? I reached in the nightstand and gave him a tube of KY jelly. He crawled up between my legs supporting himself so as not to crush me. My head was in his chest. He was still so heavy I couldn't move. There was no foreplay as I felt the head of his dick at the entrance to my pussy. He did not force it into me. He was slow. He answered and I asked if it's him at my door. He replied yes and I opened the garage door for him. I stood at the top of the stairs and once I saw him I closed the garage door again. Nick saw me at the top of the stairs and as he made his way up he said fuck, you look sexy. I smiled and soon he reached me, placing both his hands behind my knees and running his hands up my legs over my stockings until reaching my bum. He grabbed and squeezed my ass as he greeted me with a kiss hello. Our. It was sliced down the middle into four sections and spouting blood. He stared in horror, making an awful a-a-a-a noise. “Squeeze it VERY tight,” I advised. “Otherwise it’ll retract and you’ll, oops. Well, guess you’ll bleed to death. Told you you’d regret it, the rest of your life.” I was gathering my clothes and purse in horrible haste; he was on his knees clutching his groin in a pool of blood. His screams were getting louder; I dressed on the.