I must have him in me.” mantra keeps looping in my mind. My son is sleeping in the room right next to mine. If I listen carefully, I can literally h...ear him breathing in his sleep. Even the sound of his breathing is enough to make my fingers dive into my wet pussy. I often don’t even wear underwear, hoping that he would just lift up my skirt and ram his dick in to my pussy. All this lust, all these emotions for him driving me crazy. I can’t go on like this. What should I do?’ I poured out my. I was dying to meet him after 3 years. I had several gayish encounters but none was comparable to what I had with him.We planned to meet at a hotel in the afternoon. I could not wait. I asked him about my preferred appearance. He smiled and said, “If you haven’t changed, then don’t do anything”. I felt shy after hearing his words. His desire to meet me was prominent. I was waiting for the time to come and the time came. I took a cab and reached the destination. He was waiting there to receive. She had never been that wet and tentatively tested her opening with one interrogating finger. It slipped right in! Slowly masturbating herself with one finger for a while she added another and slipped the two fingers deep inside her, curling it upward to stroke her g-spot. She felt the acceleration of the rush through her body and suddenly remembered why she was so wet. She remembered the object of her wetness and how what she'd observed of him had caused her to be so drenched. “It’s because. Katherine's parents liked Dave very much. He was a smart, well-mannered young man with clearly defined goals. He treated Katherine with great respect and things went smoothly - up until his old girlfriend came back into his life. Even then, he was honest with her but Katherine couldn't let him go and he seemed to be having the same problem. Katherine had been so happy when he included her in his home-coming celebration but then he didn't call and Katherine was again devastated. She hoped her.