. 2... I thought about him, his eyes, his laughter. 3... 4... the way that he stared at me like I was the only one that mattered. 5... 6... The way hi...s hair was at a funny angle. 7... 8... and his lopsided grin that showed shiny white teeth. 9...10... I reached the top of the stairs in a daze. I could feel the juices swelling up inside me and I knew that I needed some sweet release. I pulled out my card and swiped my door. It opened with a soft groan to reveal a table, with a vase of roses and. No! No! NO! I do NOT want to know how the filter on the refrigerator works again and why! It works, that’s enough for me. Why do I need to know the process for refining oil into gas and in such detail? People already do that and they don’t think I need to know or there would be a class I could take. What do you mean what am I going to do if the world goes to crap? It already is crap and I guarantee I won’t be trying to refine oil into gas at that point. Why would I care that there’s a special. Ken sank his putt for an eagle three to win the hole. When his putt dropped, Kathy leaped into his arms and burned him with a passionate kiss. Then she said, "I hope you noticed how considerate I was? I waited for you to putt before I turned you to mush. And I didn't do this at all," she said as she gently squeezed his prick and balls through his pants.The green was shielded from view so Ken took the opportunity to strip off Kathy's clothes in an instant. Grinning at her, he said, "I hope you. “Wait until you feel how good I feel against your bare cock…” I pant like I’ve just ran seven miles, dragging my fingers down his length.“Oh fuck…” He fingers me harder as his cock throbs in my hand.It takes everything to pry my hand off his dick so I can start the car. “Keep fingering me while I drive. I can’t wait.”“You got it, sweetheart.” When he slips another finger in, there’s a loud gush that makes my panties flood with slime.My pussy throbs from his fingering. The hypersensitivity makes.