....fuck me. I said thank you for walking with me home. He watched me walked away, I know his cock was throbbing. I went into my room got my vibrator... took off my capri's i had on thongs took those off too, not a surprise to see they were wet. I laid on my bed and turned on my vibrator and thought about this thick cock man I rubbed the tip of the smooth head of vibrator slowly across my clit, my mind was filled with this guy coming inside my house and destroying my wet soft pussy. My eyes began. My large breasts sagged and my hips grew wide. I was nearing forty and probably looked every bit of that age, if not older. I wasn't getting his cock up anymore so he left me for someone who did.Anyway, it had been a month of staying inside and avoiding any and all contact. I went to work and came home to cry myself to sleep. That happened after I would force myself to eat dinner, rewarding my fat ass with a large bowl of cookie dough ice cream. I cried my way to the shower, cried in the shower. Me: The one that made its debut on the Unity Theatre last September? Peter: Yes. Me: The one I spent months agonising over? Peter: For the third time, yes. Me: Do you have a copy? Peter: Yes, Why? Don’t you? Okay, we have to hold it there a minute while he laughs at his own joke. What can I say? He’s a card. Me: As it happens, no. Peter: No what? So now, unlike my masterful piece of writing – put on stage in Liverpool, no less – the conversation starts getting tedious. No I didn’t make a back. As I ran my tongue up and down her opening, I hoped that my inexperience wasn't too obvious. I felt my own wetness trickle down my thighs as I swirled my tongue around her swollen clit, tasting her. She whimpered, trembling beneath my hands, and her salty sweet fluids filled my mouth as I brought her over the edge again and again. "Enough," she murmured weakly after awhile.My knees were red and sore, and my tongue felt as though the skin beneath it had been broken, but I forgot all about any.