I’ve got a hoodie on over my onesie and the cement is still hurting my feet through the thin fabric with its cold. I take another drag. Damn. I am t...hinking about you again. I can already feel myself getting wet. I sigh, put out my smoke and head for bed. I hop in bed and pile 5 blankets on top of myself. I close my eyes and let my hands wander. I run my hands over my small b cup breasts, pausing to press my nipples, they immediately perk up. My fingers find the zipper and slowly unzip my. These were very good. The input was genre (rock, country, jazz, blues, reggae), theme (love, love lost, patriotic, rebellious, and party to name a few) and instruments (too many to mention). The output was music and lyrics.Lea would play a ballet dancer who wrote songs in her spare time and was afraid to do anything with them because she thought they weren't good enough. The premise was that I liked ballet and watched her perform. I admired her talent and beauty but didn't know her. She. Decided to go the whole way again. He'd more or less coerced me into getting fucked by the Labrador and I told him I'd hated it but since then he'd admitted he'd watched his ex fuck a dog too, and she'd loved it!I as not going to be outdone, (by his ex especially.) This was time for amends."You want to see Caesar fuck me too now don't you?" I whispered, totally wanton."Only if you do too" he croaked. "I'm not asking you do this unless you're sure."I was, and honestly with the drink and the. My eyes widened as my orgasm died. This cold chill shot through me. I shuddered atop Hannah, then moaned, “Your temperature’s fine. You can get dressed and go, Miss Crisp.”“But...” the girl moaned. Her tongue licked at my pussy.I shuddered and then slipped off the bed, my stomach twisting. Player two ... What was his goal? Whatever it was, it freaked out my husband. Just the ashen look on his face was enough to make me tremble.“You have to go, Miss Crisp,” I said. “I’m sorry. You’re fine. Time.