I then explained that I had to run up for some more beer. She asked if she could use the shower while I was gone, and of course I said yes. I slipped ...on some shorts and a t-shirt then headed out to the store. I grabbed a couple more cases of beer, some snacks and on a whim a small bottle of water based lube. That selection earned me a funny look from the octogenarian cashier, oh well. I loaded my purchases into the truck and made my way back home. Just as I pulled into the driveway my cell. She said she was fucking a dildo, laying on her stomach and grinding her pussy into the bed. Then she moaned this really sexy, long soft moan and said she was coming. My pussy throbbed and I almost came listening to her. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard a woman come live. I sent her a message thanking her for letting me be a part of that with her. I searched for the video that started all this for us, the two women grinding their pussies together, the one that turns me on so much. . "We'd better dash. I'm sorry, Jack--we never even got to that cake. How about if we come back and have dessert afterwards?"Fantastic, I thought to myself. "Sure, Tommie. Just grab your coat." I cleared the dishes, leaving them by the sink in her kitchen, and we headed out the door.Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring" was not my cup of tea, exactly. Imagine 100 musicians on stage, all angry at each other, all playing as if determined to piss each other off--now imagine that going on for just over a. She was a bride of Christ.“But don’t they say...”“Shut up! When I require you to speak, I’ll tell you. Now those silly underwear.” I complied. “There you go,” she said with a smile that said something else.“Turn around, boy.” Her hand described circles in the air. I turned a full circle and returned to face her. I mean, I turned a full circle and returned to the spot I started from. I couldn’t look at her for very long.“Now come over here, child. There’s something I need from you.” She was.