'H' moves her hand down to my butt and grabs tight. She is holding her hips to mine as I lower my knees to bring us even tighter together. I can now u...se slightly different muscles to keep my cramped calves from hurting too much.This shift causes 'H' to start writhing beneath me with a full body quake. She can hardly breathe.'H' is using all her air to utter, “Fucking god, fucking god. YOU are my FUCKING GOD.”I can feel a sudden increase in wetness that was shaken loose. She starts to slow again. I want your pussy where my plate is supposed to be. I’m gonna fuck you good.”The great thing about Sandy…. She always knew when to be boss and when to let me be boss. We took turns in the role and everything worked wonderfully.I showered slowly; fully aware it would drive her crazy. Soap curled around my breasts down my stomach, across my pubic hair and pooled at my feet. As I finished drying myself I wiped steam from the mirror and saw my eyes. My blue eyes were smoky. They often changed. With a silent assent passing between the two of us, she would accept.As herself, minus the accent, D’Arcy was a sensation at the company’s Spring Fling Ball. She was the most in-demand partner on the dance floor. Even Brock took a turn with her, while his Flavor of the Month seethed on the sidelines. Surrounded by awestruck well-wishers, even I couldn’t keep track of where she was or who she was with. Some commented how ravishing my girlfriend had become and how lucky I was. Others wondered. Using the back of her chair to hide half her face, Lacie peeked inside the house, seeing a casually dressed Callie glaring at her. For a few moments, the thin blonde’s imposing glare frightened Lacie, but then Callie’s concentration broke when her belly jerked with another hiccup. Squeezing her eyes shut, the frustrated girl clenched her hands into fists and stamped her foot, looking for all the world like a little girl having a temper tantrum. ‘Dammit!’ Callie cursed, before a long suffering,.