Pey gave me a gift card for iTunes with a cute card showing the picture of a girl and her puppy. It said, “You’re my favorite.” I had to wonder ...what the actual intent of the artist had been for that card. I grinned as I thought it must mean I was her puppy. Em gave me a card, too. It had one of those all-purpose brother-sister themes that talks about how much they fight but still love each other. I smiled at her. She’d shown me she still loves me. The gift card enclosed was for Amazon and her. I stopped. OK Amy my turn. I handed her the wand. I pulled down my PJ bottoms & laid down. Amy lubed the head of the wand & went to work on my pussy. She was quite good at it. After all she is a girl & knows what she likes. Amy now had the wand on high. I was bucking my hips, squeezing my legs together. Amy kept working it on my pussy. I could see she was really turned on, nipples pointing, face red & breathing hard. Finally I came. Amy said that's a good one, I can see you creamed your. Sometimes these incidents are good and sometimes they are bad but there is a third level in play here. It’s the grey area between good and bad. The incident itself might be good at the time but the fall-out is often very bad if handled improperly. More often than not the best solution in these instances is to keep quiet. That's the situation I was put in once when I visited my friend's aunty about four years ago. It was supposed to have been a simple task; just drop off a movie at her place on. I'm tugging down your pants, taking your boxers with them. I slide down your body as your hardening cock springs free from your clothing. I take it in one hand and guide the tip to my mouth, giving it a soft kiss.You grab onto the bar as you feel my lips slide over your cock and slowly take all of you into my mouth. I massagie your balls and stroke your cock in rhythm to my mouth going down on you. You wrap your hand in my hair and push me further onto your cock. You grow even harder as my.