“What could she want,”I thought, and then nervously asked myself, “Is it really her?”Needing to be cautious, I didn’t reply, and then after ...a while, she sent a message saying, “Sorry I’m bothering you.”It sounded like her and I wanted to reply, but continued to worry it might be a trap. However, when I got yet another message asking, “Can I call you?” I smiled to myself and then sent a smiling emoji with a message saying, “Sure!”I think she too was a little nervous because it seemed to take. It looked so delicious. I crouched in front of this wonderful sight, leaned forward and softly kissed it, probing between her lips with my tongue, then began licking up and down along the warm, moist crevice. My dick, just sucked so wonderfully, was as hard as I'd ever felt it, like steel. "Mmm, yes, Ben, mmm, like that. Oh, yes, you'll make lots of girls happy doing this. Mmm, here," she said as she reached down to spread herself open using her fingers. "Inside, Ben, lick me inside, run your. “Everyday.”Brad reached for her hand and held it. “I’m sorry, Maggie. It’s none of my business.”“No, it’s okay,” she said. “It’s good to talk about it sometimes. It just makes me sad. Because I know in my heart that the reason I lost my baby is because of the stress I was under: My husband was a loser, he didn’t want a baby, he didn’t love me, I didn’t love him, and I knew I would be bringing the child into a bad marriage with an uncaring father.”He squeezed her hand. She squeezed his back.Brad. ”“What does that mean, later down the line?”“Nothing. Can you hand me your body wash, I wanna smell like a man today!”“Any specific reason, you trying to tell me something?”“Yes, I have a penis, it’s tucked inside my vagina and only comes out when the moon is full.”“You got jokes, ok. You’re gonna need yours because mine is on vacation.”“So I guess that means you won’t be fucking Stephanie this weekend then?”“Is that why you fucked me like we’re going to die, so I wouldn’t be able to fuck.