I went to my room, closing the door softly and threw myself on my bed. Â I was hungry and not at all happy to be missing a meal but Iâ€™d avoided an all out fight with my dad and that was a good thing. Â Besides, I had some happy memories to keep me company. Â I tried to ignore the sound of my momâ€™s voice, clearly pleading my case even though I couldnâ€™t hear the words. Â My dadâ€™s voice was angry and gruff and at one point I clearly heard him slam his fist on the table.
I left the light off and did my best to ignore them. Â I closed my eyes and conjured up Desireeâ€™s face, the way she looked right before a kiss, her eyes half closed and her lips parted. Â My hand was between my legs, remembering the way she ground her pussy against mine. Â Something like an electrical connection had opened up between us, like we were plugging into each other. Â I opened up my jeans, hoping Iâ€™d have just a little more time to myself. Â My fingers worked over and around my clit but that wasnâ€™t enough. Â I flopped over on my belly and fisted my hand under me. Â Hunching my hips and grinding against my knuckles I imagined her there on the bed under me. Â The smell of her hair and the skin at her throat filled my senses.
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