." she sighed. I could just see the pleasure filled swiveling of her pelvis, moving to the urgent digging of her hand in the dark between her thighs."...Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..." Rhythmic, like the sound of my hand on my cock when I jerked off, only different. More feminine. The sound was so softly feminine and yet no less urgent than my own sounds.I heard her free arm flail against the sheet, back and forth as in a snow angel in winter. It was that kind of flailing against the sheet. I was very. .." Would be bad ... yeah, I got that as soon as you told me she was Harry's ex." Nancy paused. "Why? Why all of this trouble for her?" Because, to put it bluntly, nobody's ever deserved second chances less than me, an' there ain't many that's got offered as many as I have." All right then. She's got a job." You are a saint, Nancy. Uh, another thing..." So yeah, you've got a job, but you're going to have to work hard and stay clean. You've got a place to stay, but believe me, you don't want to. When they permitted us to view them, they had acquired butterflies which danced around their pussies. Where else would a butterfly go for the sweetest nectar around?Toro and I got pretty suspicious though, when the butterflies started synchronized dancing! Must be some sort of trick! We insisted on a thorough inspection of the zones -- rather difficult since the zones bounced and squirmed around during the inspection.They started hunting the Warrior-Heart! I usually stick by my friends, but I. Having a family of her own she was too terrified to put any of her pics up online and she tried her best to keep our chats hidden. We would often talk about our sexual life and discuss our fantasies. Carly (her secret name) loves anything taboo or just outside the norm. Her husband for the most part is an uptight guy who fucks her on a schedule in the same missionary position. She tried switching it up but the guy just has no creativity and from what she tells me he does not last long enough.