Although the 2 weeks were a hell of frustration at the time, as a memory, they were delightful. The more she stressed about her predicament, the more ...her clit throbbed. Instead of denial because of ropes and self imposed bondage, she suffered denial because of her lack of funds. Every day she would think of ways to get the money for another bus trip. Borrow from a friend? Cut out some other expense? Sell something she didn't need? Anything at all! And every time she turned her mind to the. ”“That is NOT what I’m talking about and you know it.”“Well. So, I like you. What am I supposed to do…just ignore you?”“I don’t know, Trisha, but this could turn very dangerous.”She raised her head and looked into my eyes, her face almost touching mine, “You really think so?”“Yes, I do.”“That’s nice to know,” she replied as she slowly slid her hand down across my stomach toward my crotch.I quickly grabbed her hand and said, “Trisha! Stop that!”She stopped for a few seconds, then pushed her hand. ’ ‘He could slip and kill himself,’ Michael added without a hint of a smile. Abigail cupped her throat in horror. ‘Think of me as your patient,’ Gabriel added slowly getting to his feet as Rafe handed him his crutches. Every eye was on her. Well, he was her boyfriend, and he was hurt enough to need assistance and who better than she? ‘Okay,’ she said, her voice a horse whisper. She left the guys from the band cleaning up as she followed Gabriel into the bathroom on the main floor behind the. So I give up on the tits and head south with my hand, I find what feels like a cheap carpet starting a little below the belly button. un my hand a bit further through the thinckest bush I have been near in years to finaly find some vagina.O dear God, I got one finger in and knew quickly something was wrong, the vag was nice and wet but it was like i had my finger in a bath, wet and warm but no other feling, pop in another finger, then anothr and then number four. No use.This thing had a pussy.