But it wasn’t just the writing.He cared about me, in his own way, intense and openly, without any regard to those normal insecurities that make ever...yone afraid to venture out with a compassionate feeling. He loved whoever was around to be loved, especially if they were hard to care for at that particular moment. Not that he didn’t share those feelings, that worry, that concern of expressing a desire unreciprocated or unequaled, he was just willing to own it all. To go first…I don’t doubt that. She moves it against her pussy and then lowers down making more of my cock in her. She moaned and once she had felt every bit of my cock she then starts to move her hips to rock and ride on my cock. I started to move and moan in my sleep. My hands sliding up her legs, her sides and then up on her breasta. I open my eyes and notice trish riding my cock"Love this wake up" I then bend my legs and then started to thrust my hips keeping up with her rhythm as she went faster. Feeling her pussy. As we talked about baking he said "you know it would be easier if you just came home with me," and laughed.It must have been my look that made him say "would you really?" I said "of course I would." He said "I only live 2 minutes away." I said "let's go." I followed him to his apartment.Once inside he asked me if I wanted some wine,I did,I needed it to relax,I was so nervous.After awhile of talking we got up went to the kitchen to show him something.I was standing by the refrigerator when he. 00 a week to come in and clean my house and now she was standing in my bedroom dressed in MY underwear masturbating her self. None the less, this site was turning me on and I started to feel a little wet patch forming in my panties. I decided to see how far this situation would go so I entered the bedroom.Chantelle didn’t see me come in as she had her eyes closed concentrating on getting off “Do you like to masturbate in other woman’s underwear Chantelle” I said. Shocked by my voice she opened.