"Really?" she whispered in disbelief.
I nodded, but of course she couldn't see it. "Really," I replied.
Her hand slid down between us and once again found my b***r. She groaned when she gave it a squeeze, and of course she could feel how wet it still was from her p***y juices.
"Oh, damn, I feel even worse," she whispered.
Her fingers continued to lightly squeeze and swirl around the head of my c**k as she spoke, but all she was doing was explaining what I had already figured out.
"The other night, I thought your knee was poking into me," she said. "Only, that didn't make sense the way we were situated and I reached back there without thinking about it. Then I couldn't stop thinking about how big and hard your d**k felt. I couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel inside me, and
