"Ready to do what?" I asked."The patterns you see now are reflective of your mental state. Mostly it's possible to discern emotions and attitudes, lik...s and dislikes, that sort of thing. Maybe with more r&d we'll be able to go deeper into actual cognitive processes, but in any event we have a seriously powerful item here."I couldn't believe it. They had brought me all the way there for a mood ring? There had been mood rings for ages, and they never worked. People were so jaded about it they. A fierce hug follows and then he suggests renting a shitload of movies, grabbing some munchies and just vegging for the day. Hours pass and the sun climbs in the sky, somehow throughout the day you creep closer and closer to him. He waits patiently and never once advances on you, he contentedly waits for you to come to him. Soon you are sitting leaned against him, your mouth finds his shoulder and you kiss it lightly. He sits leaned back on the couch with his feet propped up and you are lying. Even more pussy juice flooded her cunt, making the pool on the floor grow even larger. Mr. Jones could barely handle it, and began fucking her even harder than before. He started slapping Chelsea’s face and (what he could reach of) her ass. He brutally beat and fucked her for a while, before Chelsea orgasmed again. He finally pulled out, and ordered her onto her knees. Chelsea got down, right in the puddle of pussy juice, and immediately started sucking his cock. She got the whole thing in. I groan, as your fingers slip towards my still dripping pussy. I push towards them, feeling them plunge deep inside me. As I stand there you fuck me with your fingers, sliding them in and out of my soaking wet hole, changing the pressure and amount. Suddenly I feel your other hand slide up my leg, towards my tight ass hole. I’m not too sure about this, I’ve never been into the whole anal thing, but I know it’s something that you are very interested in. I try to relax, knowing that if I ask you.