“I guess I will have to find out for myself then,” he says mysteriously. My breathing catches at the tone in his voice and struggle to find a crac...k in the blindfold to get a glimpse of what he is planning. Unfortunately I find none. And then I feel his touch. My body breaks out in goose bumps as my arousal skyrockets. He runs his hands up over my bare legs, easily slipping off my shoes as he goes. I moan as his fingers play over my sensitive skin as his hands travel higher and higher up,. Gazing at him seated at the other end of the couch, Jenna’s physical need to make love to him, to fuck him, continued to mount. She was still hurt by his insensitivity. His odd behaviour. His drinking. She was leaving the next day and he didn’t seem to care. As she looked at him, she remembered those first few months. She longed to feel his arms around her.“Perhaps,” she told herself, “I have just blown this whole problem out of proportion. I’m jumping to conclusions without any facts.”Jenna. I stood there in the hallway with my eyes closed and letting my body continue its state of arousal. I was aching for a cock inside me. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Sarah's pussy but a gal needs a cock now and then. I stood there letting my fingers run lightly over my whole body with labored breathing. I was shocked when I felt someone press into me and kiss me. It was the asshole that touched me! I was considering pushing him away, but I needed him right then. "I'm Steve." He said between the. Then the phone rang. I picked it up, flipped it open. ?Hello,? I answered. ?You must be Mrs. _______. No, you don’t know me. But I am with Karen. She’s okay, she’s fine, just be quiet and listen?. No, she can’t talk to you. Now you be quiet, Mrs. ________ and listen to me, and listen to me real good.? (I made my voice, grammar, and vocabulary coarse, so she would be better persuaded that she was dealing with a ruthless thug!) ?Now I got your daughter with me, yeah, your little.