Ramona felt awful. She couldn't stop crying. She walkedaround in her apartment. She threw up several times. All she did that daywas walking in circles... and staring at her phone. Eyes swollen and burningfrom crying the whole day. Everything felt sore.Ramona felt lost. Was Julie gone? She hoped and waited. If Julie wasgone, she couldn't even go to her funeral to say properly goodbye. Thethought of that hurt so much that it almost swept Ramona off her feet.Somewhere in the evening, she heard the. Although he loved all of this, instead he would steal himself up to the sun-room where the warm rays would get his blood to flow much like the reptile croc had to do. The prince wrote of his love for his Snaggy, whom he himself had taken from the menagerie for his pet. He claimed that the poor beast’s choppers were so malformed that he could not bite or even chew. He brought the reptile to his room and fed him soups and stews made from soft meats and vegetables. This information made me stop,. The next question resulted in my bra sliding off my body. Two more questions remained. He answered the one, and my panties fell, allowing him full view of my fingers inside my warm, wet, pussy.As I asked the next question, he started removing his shirt. The split focus resulted in an incorrect answer. I painfully put my shirt back on, and asked another question. Luckily he answered correctly. I asked one last question, and I was his.I walked over to him, a smile on both of our faces. I. She then bites her lip and gets up and then sits next to me, she whispers in my ear, “I’m really horny and wet for you, “she then proceeds to grab my hand and places it between her thighs. My fingers just feel the heat down there and once I got closer my fingers are just drenched. I was immediately hard just for the fact that she was wet, her actions, but the thought she didn’t have any panties on either. Not to sour the mood, I asked her are you sure about this and with that she rammed my.