Can you ever forgive me, Sweetie? What a question she had asked of me and I didn’t know how to answer. She stood back up and said in a hesitant tone, “Well I guess that’s it,” and threw her arms out wide and walked over to sit down directly behind me. I let my finger slide into her cavity to the first knuckle and I ran it around the perimeter mixing up her juices. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“I’m doing what I know feels good for you. The weather man said it would be mostly sunny, temperature around 78 with just a few high clouds. She stiffened up at the surprise and when my finger plied itself in a little, she shrieked about her objection. I then spotted her rose bud sitting there begging for some attention so I withdrew my finger and slid it down among all of her fluids and ran it around her anus.
