Michelle, worried about the shift in the balance and in denial that she had enjoyed sex with a woman, decided that she would move on, leave Sonia to t...he flat, leave her job and travel to wherever fortune took her.Sonia cried non-stop when the parting took place, but Michelle didn't shed so much as a tear. She had analysed what had happened and, although the experience was the best sex she had had, knew that she was neither gay or in love with Sonia.Armed only with a few suitcases, Michelle had. She didn’t dislike herself. She felt comfortable with who she was and how she looked. She just didn’t see herself as especially attractive, especially sexy, especially … special. She was normal. Her brunette hair was light enough to catch rays of sunshine that, to her eye, betrayed every split end and tangle. But it was dark enough to make her skin seem pale by comparison. She liked her hair color, and had never given any thought to dying it red or blonde or black or any strange color. She just. “Actually, your thing in my butt! Do it now!”I got up and locked the door.“You want it? I hope you’re prepared for this!”She quickly shed her clothes and wiggled her butt in the air. That was a pretty clear sign that she was ready. I stripped off my clothes, grabbed the jar of Vaseline from her desk, and slathered it on my dick, stroking myself into a rock-hard erection. I rubbed some Vaseline between Katt’s butt cheeks, then put the jar down and got between her legs. Katt snaked her hand. SSFD is in route.’ Proctor responded before her backup in car Z24, ‘Z17, 10-4’. She hit the switch to put her car in full emergency response status, illuminating every rooftop, window, grill, headlight and taillight in the sequential pattern that made the car impossible to ignore on the road, while at the same time amplifying the siren. Rush hour was well over, and she had to go south on Roswell Road for less than half a mile before turning right onto Morgan Falls Road. This road dead-ended.