“My god, this is so bad!” The writing was just so cheesy, but that was what she expected, and slugged through looking for the good part. Malcolm w...s about to give Rhona the what for. She snuggled a bit deeper into the blankets and kept reading. For a moment, she thought about putting her hand in her panties, then decided not to. Honestly, she was just too tired to make the effort. Also, she was having a hard time getting her sister out of her head. Still, gross. Rhona's back arched to meet her. Crystal’s writhing grew more pronounced, and her sounds of passion louder. The fairy’s fingers unerringly found Crystal’s g-spot, and massaged it with measured pressure.Crystal’s pleasure mounted, but in a novel and delectable way. The hot pressure behind her mound swelled in subtle pulses, rather than with throbbing insistence. Higher and higher she soared – her hands blindly grasping at the warm wool beneath her and squeezing. Elsanna’s delighted whimpers serenaded her through the entire. " Later I frowned to myself that I had been soeasily conned into cooperating.In mid-afternoon we parked at a mall on the outskirts of a small city.John expertly manoeuvred our large machine through the crowded lot to aclear space on the outer edge of the pavement. I was given a shoppinglist prepared in advance by Thelma along with a hundred dollars, andtold that now was the time when groceries must be purchased.Reluctantly I placed the money in my purse. "Aren't we going together todo this?"The. Middle finger now, deeper, now two fingers, humping my ass with her hand. My breath comes fast. An object. I could be any guy with a flat stomach and tight ass. It's not me, she doesn't know me. She says my name, "Johnny" in the sweetest way and I melt, I absolutely come apart. Objectification, I am an object, like a photo spread; ass, tit, pussy, cock, two pussies, hole. I am a guy in jeans with a nice cock that likes to get pegged. It's never, "Johnny, how was your day?" or "Johnny, what.