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Click hereShe wrapped her arm around Lori's led and then nodded for Lori to do the same. Once she did Margo began to rock her hips, using Lori's leg for leverage to pull them back together then relaxing. Lori quickly got the idea and soon they were both rocking their hips. Lori was in heaven, the big cock sliding in and out felt heavenly and she had her eyes closed. They shot open when she felt Margaret's free hand press between her slick lips and begin to massage her clit.
Lori moaned and ground her hips harder against Margaret's hand. Despite the pleasure she managed to get her free hand to her lover's wildly bucking pussy and started to stroke her in return. It was too hot to last for long. The visual stimulation was powerful. She could hear Margaret moaning and sighing and she could smell their mingled scents. In no time Margaret's body stiffened and she barked sharply as she came. She was still shaking when Lori felt another orgasm rock her. This time there was no fighting it and she didn't even try. The waves of pleasure took her away to a warm place where all was calm and beautiful.
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Margaret was asleep on the big bed as Lori slipped out from under the covers and padded back to the living room. She stopped in front of the window and looked up into the night sky. The snow had passed, leaving the night sky clear. The soothing refrain of silent night came to her ear in hushed tones from the radio. As she watched a bright dot moved across the heavens then disappeared. When she had been a very small child she had seen the same thing. Back then she had been convinced it was Santa, but her mother had convinced her it was an angel. Tonight, she knew it was Santa, it simply had to be. Lori smiled, closed the curtains, turned off the radio and returned to the bedroom.
This time it had to be Santa and his sleigh, she could plainly see her angel was still in their bed.
Finis
- COMMENTS
Violence and men ….. beating a woman is so sick so pervert so name it ….. and add alcohol to most horrible legal drug and we know the results, drunken driver and death, drunken beating and death and so on ….. this is 🤮
Thank you for letting the girls having peace fun love and hopefully a future
💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝✨☘️
CT hints that Lori’s brothers are a pair of good ol’ boys. I would have waited until the spring and told them anyway. I despise bullies and abusers. Daman gets drunk one night and things might turn tragic, but not if he’s dead.
I just started reading on Literotica and found this. It is sad someone so talented had to leave.
You were gone long before I got here, Colleen Thomas. You set the bar high.
... and it is no less enjoyable than the first time.
Of course it rated 5 Stars the first time around, and I wish I could vote each time.
Thank you, Colleen. Wherever you are, you are deeply missed here.
Forty-five minutes from Manhattan to the Bear Mt. Bridge? It can't be done.
Colleen, I wish you were still with us, so that we could follow along on your journeys of love and lust. One of the better writers on this site.
Your story was amazing. I once read a story eight pages long, yet it couldn't even compare to your short three. I give it five stars.
I've spent the last 3 days reading your work. You, my dear, are very talented. You have a gift.Thank you for sharing it with us. Awesome work!
Very Sexcitingly Beautiful. I Regret Not Having "Cum" Across Your Stories A Couple Of Years Ago !
Thank You For Such An Lovely Story
Kathy
I truly enjoyed every part of this story. Lori leaving Damon (good for her!) and finding love and comfort and security in the arms of her best friend...it sounds a bit trite when I write it, but it didn't when you wrote it, Colleen. EXCELENT!!!
So sweet and poignant.. been one of my favorites for a long time.. it stil strikes a cord everytime I read it.