“I’ve had boyfriends,” I said, “who didn’t do to me what Toby does…it’s so wrong it’s good.”
Sherry nodded and smiled and I could read her mind. Sex She looked at me and smiled: “I’ll open the wine. She looked at me, saying: “That feels good.” I giggled and said: “It’s only the three of us and I know what feels really good.”
Sherry laid back, closed her eyes and let me stroke and stroke. “Me too,” I said and we both looked at Sherry, her dress above her knees which were together. “I like secrets,” she said quietly, “I feel so naughty…and so good.” and snuggled and napped. “It’s our secret,” I said. I think I feinted at one point from the sheer joy of feelings; letting my whole body explode.” I helped her up. Maybe Santa won‘t come for naughty me with his presents!” “He might cum just looking at you,” I said. She was in the grip of desire; didn‘t care anymore about wrong or right. No one, nobody, no body, ever forgets a “one time thing” do they?
