All those months of practise. All that careful diet and exercise in the gym. All the men who’ve fucked me…” “…And not just men!” Ducha rem...inded Lulu with a squeeze on her shoulders. “Well, you certainly helped when Takata let me down that time,” said Lulu graciously. “And your husband, Elewa, has been helpful while we’ve been here…” “I’m only grateful I could help.” “I only wish I could have helped you in the same way,” Lulu said through a nose full of snot. “There are not many sexual athletes. . No, you hog the covers! No, Your feet are always cold from the bathroom..." Great, we're getting over the honeymoon REALLY fast." I laughed. "How long till you start complaining about my laundry?" Speaking of which..." Trish began."Oh, no. That was a JOKE. Joke!" No, no, I meant we, Plural, should probably get that done sometime soon." Trish hastily elaborated. "I'm running out, and you don't have a functioning washer here."Which sadly was true. I had inherited the washer and dryer, but. ", her voice trailing off in her lust-trance,then suddenly almost barking "Oh!... Oh!", as I felt her cunt clamp down onmy finger, hard, again and again, as she came. She grabbed my hand andpressed it hard into her clit, and I kept jacking her as she came, my otherfinger buried in her soaking, violently contracting cunt; she gave a littlewhimper with each orgasmic contraction, each slightly diminishing instrength after the first three or four, until finally only random, flutterypulses gripped. The only difference was the intensity of the dinner conversation."Thirty years, huh? So, you think you're going to go?" I'm not sure, Christie. I doubt anyone will remember me," Tina picked at her dinner before savoring a sip of her wine."What makes you think that?" prodded Christie. "Your college friends remember you, and you knew your high school friends longer." Classmates," Tina corrected."What?" I had very few friends in high school; I was too shy. They were just classmates." I find that.