.. I love how you play with my pussy, you dirty little slut". Zuri enjoyed being called a slut and she inserted three more fingers in Emma's soaking w...et pussy. The only sounds in the room now were screaming and moaning and heavy breathing as Zuri brought Emma to a second orgasm. Jessie made Zuri quirt her juices three times. Now Zuri and Emma were exhausted. But Emma realized, "wait Jessie never got a chance to cum". Jessie sat up on the bed and said, " well hurry up and do it I'm really fuckin. Previously any thought of her brought sadness and wishful thinking of what might have been. The anger was almost cathartic. It was liberating and invigorating: much better then mournful wistfulness.There were carols on the radio and he sang along with them in the bass part feeling very pleased with himself that he could do it successfully with an inanimate object.He arrived just before lunch as planned and was warmly and lovingly greeted. Matilda his parents' elderly Labrador, despite her. “We have to at least show him, Mal,” he answered.“You have a playroom?” I asked, nervous and excited at the same time, “I almost hate to ask.”“Don’t ask, just come and see,” Trevor said, glee in his voice.The young man took my hand and led me down the hall. The room had clearly been intended as a bedroom. There was no bed here, though. Rather, an elaborate swing, or hammock, was mounted in the centre of the room. A massage table ran along one wall, next to a bookshelf full of sex toys, lubes,. I had the Book and my original personality back (along withthe juvenile memories of another) in a fresh new bod to go anotherseventy or so years, which was a no-brainer keeper since immortalityunfortunately wasn't in the Book. By now Marilyn knew I -- Miranda -- wasn't home, but she'd just assume'I' was capriciously spending the night with a boyfriend again beforecalling the police by noon tomorrow, and by that time I'll be inHonolulu. I didn't use any of Miranda's traceable plastic and all.