I am paralyzed in my seat. Afraid to breath lest I wake from this dream. My stare is intense and full of longing. You know your going to have me today... but you want to keep playing the game. You ask is there anything else I want you to do to yourself. In a soft awed filled voice I say I want to see you stroke between your breasts down your stomach and up again. You do so and I continue to describe what I want.Use your finger tips, or just the tips of your nails to trace around your breast and. .” I’m nothing if not subtle. The last twenty-four hours had taught me that THIS guy could make me come HARD. Just like ... Ahhhhhhhh ... now... One good one and then he’s inside me, pumping. I have my heels digging into the backs of his thighs.“C’mon, baby. Hard! Own meeeee!”He does. Completely. Hotly. Wetly. We’re shaking in each other’s arms as he thoughtfully rolls to the side, not letting me go, dragging me to rest atop him.“Beck?”“Yes, Brad?”“I wanna keep you.”“Chained to the bed post? In. "Comfortably and casually attired today, I see," she addressed me, as she gave the mail to Barbara, a broad smile filling her face. "What a delightful surprise." To me, the stars were aligned. "Glad you're here, Dagmar," said Trudy, "we have an important matter to go over together."No-one had asked me to get dressed, so I saw no need to. "Let's go into the living room," I suggested. As Barbara and Dagmar sat themselves down, Trudy was still brandishing the document in my face, wanting me to. "I thought we were done." Not done yet," I plunged in and slid back out, setting the final rhythm.Sandra just gave in, running up the white flags of her raised thighs. She knew she had a couple comes to get through before I would deign to surrender the night.I thought we were pretty quiet, though afterwards my ears were ringing. I listened to my sister's breathing slowing as she held tightly against me. As I sailed into sleep, I remember thinking how quiet it was, out in the wilds, now that we.