She knew her tight shirt was clinging to her breasts, and was exposing her midriff and felt the caress of his sight as it traveled down her body. She ...lmost screamed as his hand touched her stomach, and started, but cowered under his command, and stood completely still as the hand made its way around the left side of her body. "Please don't take me to jail." Kathy pleaded when the hand was removed from her body."I'm going to search you now. Do you understand that if you resist, I'll have to add. Her spit mixed with mine. She had goosebumps all along her arms and I wondered if she was as close to losing it as I was. She clenched her thighs around mine squeezing against her groin then rocking against it. She was fucking me with her thigh.I squeezed my thigh against her and felt her face grimace against mine. I twisted under her weight to make the best contact and pulled back my head as a hiss escaped my mouth when she sent pleasure tingling through my spine.Fuck common sense. Fuck. That triggered an answering wince, and a moan of discomfited arousal. It felt unlike anything he’d ever experienced before; like a queer version of constipation, more possibly, gas. What was he thinking, putting this thing up his ass?Swatting his pesky effeminate hard-on, he gave it half a dozen strokes, and then effeminately dropped back onto his hands and knees. He needed a beer. The Heineken he’d brought into the bedroom before shishkabobbing himself was empty. He needed to get off this bed. But it seemed that the more I ignored him the more I dreamt of him. It was starting to drive me crazy. I was also starting to feel a bit guilty because it literally felt like I was cheating on Douglas. In real life I would be kissing, hugging, doing intimate things, and spending quality time with Douglas, but in my dreams, it would be with Jacob. Is it because I'm destined to be with Jacob and not Douglas? I sighed out loud, frustrated with my messed up feelings. "Is something wrong,.