I was kissing someone I had seen depressed for years, and it was clear to me that our kissing was lifting her depression. Making her depression go awa...y did something inside me that I could not describe, but I felt it in my chest and stomach.When we went to bed I adopted my usual spoon position holding her. She said, "Not tonight. I have to figure this thing out." That put butterflies in my stomach. I wondered if I had driven her away, at a time I had suddenly found I loved her as a kissing. That hung in the air for some seconds, and it was clear she wasn't going to say more. I took that as a cue and asked her how she liked Singapore. Finally, I asked something which had been bothering me.“Shaunda,” I started “we met on a night when I was pretty tanked, too tanked to even remember your name. I’m kind of surprised you still would talk to me after seeing me that way.”Shaunda chuckled. "That evening, you were a perfect gentleman," she said "even though you were pretty hammered. . " Marnie grunted out. She sat on my thighs, one leg over each and began to finger fuck herself. Her cunt was inches from my cock. Helen assumed the mirror position on Tim. Tim increased the speed and pressure on my prick. He pointed it outward so that the head of my cock glanced against Marnie's cunt. "You want to fuck that, Tom? You wanna fuck my wife's hot cunt. I want to see you fuck her, fuck her good." He croaked."You wanna fuck my Helen? Wanna stick it in that tight little twat. Wanna. ”Cautiously, Amy opened the box and pulled back layers of tissue paper to reveal a beautiful diamondique tiara glittering all over with hand-encrusted gems. Amy could have bought her own diadem, if her tastes had run in that direction; a real one, with diamonds that weren’t paste and silver that wasn’t painted wire. But the care put into the piece, the kinked but beautiful sculpture of plastic, made Amy’s heart pound like no hunk of precious metal ever could.She caressed the stones gently,.