She pinched her big brown nipples till they hurt and kept grinding the pillow, her eyes closed and reliving the video of herself dry-humping, her body... grinding the pillow, her tits jumping up and down, her legs spread apart, her pillow covered with white stickiness. As she kept humping the pillows more and more, her clit pressed against them, heat and desperate pleasure spreading through her pussy and she came.But no. She wasn’t done.Roshni loved fingering herself and she wasn’t done so. I don't know if we can change it."She gave him a leer. "Well, this is what happens when you keep secrets from your wife." How am I supposed to make it a surprise if I don't keep it a secret," Jon protested, sticking his tongue out at her."Well, umm ... Humph," said Caitlyn, to admit defeat. "Just like a man, of course. Makes all these plans, and then doesn't account for new developments. Can't be bothered to..."Jon rolled his eyes and dove in to kiss her.They quickly grew amorous, and before he. He was still staring at it when I called. His reaction was identical to mine: He's never seen a personal check for two million dollars. I gave them your fax number so they can send us a copy of the broad tape piece on Murphy and Magna when it runs."Then I talked to Bill. Trading has just opened in New York, and it's looking very interesting." She changed the subject. "Sandy, were you at Michigan in the MBA program?" Yes, why?" Because I think I remember seeing some reference to you in the. The slow morning, waiting for you to arrive. Our simple lunch, where we laughed more than ate. The walk to the beach, where we sat for hours as the surf rolled over our ankles. Your laugh as I fell backwards, letting the tide soak my clothes thoroughly. Your look of surprise as I pulled you down onto me, kissing you for the first time in forever. The small fire warmed us as we climbed in the warm blankets, falling asleep to the sound of the water rushing at the shore.I feel your arms around my.