Think dirty and you’ll talk dirty.’ As he spoke, he slid his finger inside of me. He pushed it in and out gently and asked again, ‘Where is my h...and?’ ‘In… In my dripping wet pussy,’ I answered. It was hard to concentrate while he was fingering me. ‘Yes,’ he breathed. ‘You like to finger fuck, don’t you?’ ‘God, yes,’ I moaned. And I did. He pumped his fingers faster and harder as he straddled me again, spreading my legs wide with his knees. He buried his face in my chest, excuse me, my tits, and. Margaret called in sick the following day. She arranged for the older woman who lived next door to baby sit for her while she shopped for all the things she would need to care for her 'new baby from God.' She told the woman that she was taking in a foster child and would probably need her to baby sit for her for several months, during the day while she worked. Margaret set up a nursery in her spare bedroom.The next morning she went to work and found out that the parents had died from injuries. After they had humped the hell out of me and left a big sticky load in me somewhere there wasn’t any need in being so formal anymore. Make sense?Craig laughed and told me that I might want to do something before they started tearing the bus apart. Coach laughed and informed me that we were getting close. Only two or two and a half hours left before we got there. I asked them if they were coming back too and they both told me to go ahead. They’d come back and get some later. However, Alex jumped. " I...hey, wait." I took her hand in mine, holding it up, "You're married." I am, and my husband wants this table as bad as I do, it will match the rest of our furniture." But you want to..." Blow you?" She giggled, "I do and don't worry about him, he always tells me to do what I have to." He does?" Holy crap, what the hell was this, Penthouse letters?"Course he does, that's why I always come to things like this alone." She ran her hands down her dress, "You think I dress like this at nine in.