I pushed two fingers inside my pussy. It was so wet. I used my thumb to rub my clit. I pretended it was my husband teasing me as I worked a bit harder..., a bit faster. I was closer than ever. I could hear the soft squishy sound of my fingers fucking my pussy. I worked a third finger inside my pussy, my thumb worked my clit. Then it hit. I took a deep breath in through my nose, and covered my mouth with my left hand to keep from screaming or making too much noise. The breath caused me to arch my. That thought made her feel a little guilty. A little. Jake was a great husband. In bed, he was okay. His oral skills were out of this world. He made really good money, and he provided for a great life for her and Darby. And she knew that he’d never cheat on her. So why? Why risk it all?She didn’t even know herself. Maybe it was because she’d missed all that in college. She’d met Jake in her Junior year, and they’d been together exclusively ever since. They’d been married over twenty. Entertaining was severely curtailed and few guests came to Belvedere Hall. The Earl was utterly devastated by this tragedy which left him with a great nephew as his nearest relative.The twenty-two year old Priscilla came upon the septuagenarian Earl in his study at six o'clock one morning when she came in to light the fire there. Not even she could tell you what was in her mind, but whether from sympathy or with an eye to the main chance, she put her arms round him and comforted him, letting. I need this...It seems like a long drive, but I'm back in the car park all too soon. Ichange skirts, and go over my make up, exaggerating it... making itsluttier. Longer lashes, heavy on my eyelids, redder lips, darker blush...strong tinted eye-shadow, and off course my hair tied up in the pony tail.It makes me feel more vulnerable, having what amounts to a handle on myhead. And feeling vulnerable and helpless is the entire point...As I head out the door for the short walk to the office, I can.