Her sex was tender to the touch of her bath sponge, as if she had been on the nest all night, their own personal colloquialism for sex. XXNX Rachel gasped at the contact and the gentle pressure, pushing the gusset into the crack of her labia. It was as if she had collided with invisible marshmallow. Jim was dead. It was a sequence of footage that played over and over in a continuous loop. She went to bed, not even taking her clothes off and slept a fitful night, full of dreams and memories that hurt. Her complete orgasm smashed through her, destroying any self-control completely. Her foot was still on the floor, the other laid straight along the cushions and her arse was hanging over the edge.
