’ She smiled, striking her lighter in front of the panel box, throwing the on switch to every room but the basement. ‘You’re the woman that does...n’t panic.’ Matt breathed, laying his hand on her hips. ‘My God, that is so sexy.’ ‘Really?’ She sighed turning toward the sound of his voice. She pressed her trembling palms to his chest. ‘How sexy do you find me?’ She asked softly, pressing him backwards, towards the bed she’d set up in the middle of the room. ‘More than… I even have the words for.’. "I gave him a long passionate kiss for that, then he continued, "Maybe I'mtoo possessive but I should be all my woman needs. No woman of mineshould even look at another man." He took my face in his hand and turnedit so that I was looking into his eyes. "You cannot let him get away withthis. He doesn't appreciate you and you must make him realise that." Hesuggested various things I could do. The more practical ones included nosex for a period and making Steve sleep in the guestroom.I giggled at. With the other hand, she slides loose skin (which I have all too much of) down from my lower belly, pushing into the crotch area. This puts a lot of indirect pressure on my clit, and when her lubricated hands start rubbing, she gets a massive orgasm or two from me in just a minute or so. (I've thought about asking my husband to do this, but I can't figure out how to tell him how. Jodi won't give me the details, saying they are a trade secret. I can't exactly tell my husband "finger me like my. I loved the thickness and texture. Reminded me of the evening when Susan let me eat my yogurt out of her pussy. Wow! What a wonderful mixture of tastes that was. Too bad she had to move so far away. No more ‘fuckbuddy’. I need a pussy to eat once in a while, need to be eaten. A finger probes my pussy for a second. Yes, I need to be eaten. I’m so horny. I finger myself longer this time. A small drop falls from the spoon and lands on my nipple. I take the spoon and sc**** along the skin of my.