As you pull back your fingers, you press my gspot. Your hand withdraws, covered in my lube. You push back in again, repeating the motions over and ove...r. Inevitably, I cum. More squirting. Your offer me your fingers. I lick them, eagerly. I know you want to see this, but I'm doing this for me, not you. But my pussy is missing the attention - you push your hand in again. You slide in, my cunt accommodating you, perfectly. Now you are able to withdraw entirely, and slide back in effortlessly. You. My family explained me how i was going on a trip with them, i didnt care about anything else, i always allowed to leave the house apart from doctors visit. A few days after my birthday, i left with them. It was a long journey i slept in the truck most of the drive. I woke up in a bed, we had already reached. Ed had picked me up and took me to a bedroom. I got up and searched around the house. It wasnt a big house. I saw them sitting in the living room and watching tv. They were drinking, as. I raced home to masturbate thinking about her. My hands were all over her. .The next day I decided to add her on face book. I decided to see if she was interested in chatting online. I asked her how her day was. It took her 3 hours to respond but we had an conversation. She wrote that that she is straight and that she never had any desire to do anything sexual with a female and that just thinking about possibly kissing a female makes her cringe. Also she wrote " I'm often thought of as stuck up. She had a nicely trimmed bush that just barley covered her soft looking labia. She crossed her arms over her full 32c cup sized breasts. After a while she calmed down and I ordered her to clean up and take a shower. She got up and started the water running and got in. After a few minutes I disrobed and got in with her. She retreated to corner of the shower but I pulled her over to me and embracing her form behind I began to squeeze and massage her firm little breasts. With the warm water.