I’m pretty sure she was feeling around on the floor for that dildo. “Damn, you never let me use the ‘S’ word when you’re here! Put your pho...ne between your legs for a few seconds so I can hear you rubbing your cu… ah "snatch" with your toy! Do it! I want to hear it working inside that hairy thing I love so much!” I knew the sound of my husband’s pre-ejaculation. He was getting close. I was pretty sure I was, too. Four voices were practically panting in unison. I reached my hand down and grabbed. " You said you was gonna wait here and I can't go to sleep. Only option is TV. So do you wanna watch Breaking Bad? "I laughed a little. " Sure, " I said heading over to the couch to join her.She was dressed in her sleep attire. Purple pajama pants with a thin white t-shirt and black house slippers. I could actually see a trace of her dark nipples through the shirt. Her black hair was messy and long, down to her shoulders. She was probably 45, but she wore it well. Now that I thought about it. London. She’d had enough of London. The constant bustle, stress, Jason… She paced the room, picking up an empty wine bottle from the nightstand. She thumbed the candle stump stuffed in the neck, melted wax tumbling over the glass like the frothy water of Swallow Falls. “Alcohol,” she murmured. She wasn’t sick of London per se and Jason hadn’t done anything wrong; alcohol was the problem. Who knew giving it up would change her life so dramatically?She did it for a bet. A colleague had. Me... go!” Her efforts were futile considering the man's hand was like a vice. He used his free hand to reach up and grab Flo's breast, as soon as he squeezed her knee came up smashing into his groin. With the same hand he had used to grab her breast the man caught the side of the counter nearly doubling over with a low groan. Now in a near panic Flo made her way around the counter and took off running for the front door as fast as she could.Half way to the door she looked back to see where the.