The desperation and anxiety in her demeanor were scary.“I told you, I’m sorry about what happened,” she continued. “I was just confused! I did...n’t tell you about Lara or John because I was afraid of losing you. You have to know that! You have to know that, Matt, please!”“Julie—”“And Brian was just—he was just a bad decision. I’ve learned from that! I thought you understood! You said you forgave me!”I was tired of being cut off, and not really wanting to have Heather hear every intimate word. How could she say no to Matilda after what she had done? She didn’t really feel like going out. She felt utterly drained after the day’s events. Sighing heavily, she rose and headed for her bedroom. At least La Contessa’s is only across the street. She returned wearing black jeans, black boots and a form-fitting V-neck black sweater. “Very sexy.” Matilda commented as she wrapped her arms possessively around Rosanna’s waist and planted a quick kiss on her lips. Before Rosanna could deepen the. Her finger wasn’t as large as a cock, and certainly not as large as Mr. Chapmans (though I doubt many are), but the precise nature gave it a new sensation I wasn’t very familiar with.When I masturbate on my own, I mostly stay outside, focusing on my clit. Jasmine dove right in, gently massaging my clit with her palm while her middle finger played around inside me. As my breath quickened, I became self-conscious of breathing on her, since our faces were so close together. I shut my mouth and. Ray didn't need a map. His fingers found her soaking-wet thong and slid them inside, to her gushing cunt. He wasn't a total stranger to pussy; he'd made it that far with a couple of girlfriends he'd had in high school, and he'd read enough to know how to use his fingers on a woman. He quickly found Karen's clit and lightly rubbed it with his middle finger, then slid it down between her lips, which he parted en route to her fuckhole. Karen groaned as Ray slid his finger in as far as the second.