I would be smiling too.Jackie stood, excused herself into the house, as I sankback into my chair. I grabbed my cigar in my right handand my bourbon in... my left and contemplated the previousevents.“What could be so serious to a girl only twenty. How oldwas she?”“Was she wearing a bra under that tank top?”“Where is her family, did she live alone here in town?”“I wonder if she shaves trims or is au naturel.”“Is she having boyfriend. " "I see. So, that's why she told me that I couldn't fuck her." "Exactly. She uses sexy guys to get her panties nice and wet. Then she waits for Dan to come home and jumps his bones and fucks the living s**t out of him. And while she's doin' Dan, she fantasizes about fucking the painter, handyman or whoever she's been playing with." Helen settled back in the sofa, satisfied that she had told the whole story about what made Maggie tick. "I thought she was a cock teaser," I said after a moment.. Nothing to do about it now except feel like a bag of shit for a while and try to move on.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~It was a tense week following our “talk.” I got the silent treatment for the first couple days, then graduated to terse statements of necessary communication. During this time I couldn’t help but check the dildo in my drawer. It had obviously been moved. She was no longer taking care to put it back exactly as it was. I wasn’t sure what that could mean.After five nights in the guest. As she reaches his head, she trails her tongue first softly and then hard through the trenches between where his shaft ends and the head starts. She relishes with a small smile as she notices her success from his inability to control his breathing and moaning. Worried that he might cum before he has given his goddess her pleasure, he mentally focuses himself back on his hand and what it’s supposed to be doing. Starting to move his hand more vigorously, more motivated he notices that she is so.