She lubed up my waxed pussy slowly, and then hers. She then knelt, and asked me to face her, and put my legs on either side of her. I did. She inserted her ring and little fingers into her pussy, kept her middle finger pointed upwards, and asked me to put my pussy around it.
How could I complain? I was breaking my own rule. Nesta and I made lots of rules when we opened up. She wrote them down in the back of her day book, and we kept those lush erotica pages pinned to the corkboard by her computer: -Don’t bring dates home -Don’t fall in love -Don’t rave … Read more