He took his dick in hand and lined it up with her soaking slit. Sarah moaned and pressed into him, causing the tip to slip in. He pressed forward slow...ly and she clutched at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he moved forward. The feeling was so intense, she could not believe how big he felt. There was a throb of pain and she gasped out. He hesitated but then backed off and then pressed back in, slowly fucking into her deeper and deeper until his pelvis met hers. She could not. The weird part was that neither of us looked at each other. She'd barely glanced at me and I avoided looking at her as much as I could, while still trying to act normal. I figured she wanted me to stay out of the house, out of her way, as much as possible. I couldn't be positive that she remembered what we'd done. I mean, Mom might have only felt self-conscious about coming home drunk the night before. Being a control freak like she was, waking up half naked and dripping sperm all over the sofa. Sloane was helpful. Rather useful, in fact.”In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -- her up-and-down magic, “You weren’t nervous, Brewster?”“Au contrary, bon ami. Professionality, you know.”“Gosh, I’m ever so proud. How did the Q and A go?”“Swimmingly.” Then — Tell The Truth being the personal Birdie Motto — I added, “I let Ms. Sloane handle that part. She’s young and needed the experience.”Trish glanced at me,. “Pleased to meet you. Think it will be a hard flight?”“It’s always been a decent flight.”“Do you make it often?”“Often enough. My job requires it probably twice a month. I fly everywhere.”“Kansas?”She laughed, “No, not anywhere exotic like that.”They laughed and Bridgett again remembered Gabrielle responding passionately to her hand; she flushed and Lavanya looked at her curiously. “Hot?”“A little.”She shivered slightly, “That will pass, friend, that will pass. I already need a blanket.”As she.