She did not care about the damned carpet; the pleasure was too amazing for her to be bothered with such things.She felt the pleasure and thought, "I h...ave cum, now I should stop," but did not listen to that voice. Instead, she held on for three more body-racking orgasms until she felt she had no fluids left in her body. She collapsed panting on the floor holding her dildo still vibrating in her hand, dripping her juices. It was in those moments of pleasure, that she realized she needed a real. I was reluctant to go up to the bedroom because it would be a reminder that I wasn't sharing it with Danny. Instead, I chose to spend some time in the den. I put on Norah Jones because the album had a laid back, blue feel and that suited my mood.Some time into the album I heard the front door close. I hadn't heard it open. I felt a surge of excitement and of fear. Nobody else had a key to our place. It had to be Danny. I felt the urge to rush him and consume him. Instead I remained seated out. “It’s just frozen custard. What kind of sauce you want on your ice cream doesn’t really matter.”But he could, even in the near darkness, see that she was staring at him and her eyes were opened wide. Her jaw was jutting forward and locked in place. She was panting for breath. Cal set his dish of custard in the cup holder in the console.“Why did you want to come here if the place upsets you?” he asked.“I saw my Aunt Flora in a dream the other night,” Roxie said. “She was wandering in a room with. She wanted to make a move but she was too shy. However, she knew she was good looking. At five foot seven she had long lean legs and hard abs from the continuous hours she had spent sculpting her body. One of the pluses of her body was her chest. She was a d cup and guys would always let their eyes slip past her eyes. Usually she minded but on some occasions she welcomed it. Even though she was considered hot to most men she doubted that her trainer Andrew felt the same way. He seemed only.