I was almost positive it had cracked the window above my bed, but after further inspection it was still intact. I looked at the clock; it was only mid...ight and the weather man had said the storms were supposed to get to their worst around two or three. Being under the window didn’t make me feel safe so I made my way down the hallway to Graham’s room to see if he was awoke by the storm too or not. I slowly cracked his door open and I what I saw shocked me to the core. . .Graham was sitting in. “C’mon, bud, don’t die on me!!” Jake slapped Ryan on the face. Once, twice, three times. He balled his hand into a fist, and hit Ryan in the sternum. With each punch, Ryan’s muscular pecs jiggled, sending flecks of sweat flying up into the air in every direction. Jake continued compressing his chest, forgetting about rescue breaths. He just had to keep the heart beating until… until when? Jake rubbed Ryan’s muscular legs rapidly, his chest, his cock, and his shoulders. Trying to rub life back. I decided that the sweet hip sway and short stride would wear off as soon as Sam wore flats again." Actually, Sam provided the inspiration for the next thing I demanded." Not deliberately, no. Sam still didn't like my demands, but a commitment is a commitment. No, one day Sam bumped up against the edge of a drawer. If that had been me, I'd have torn my stocking, so that made me decide Sam should wear stockings." Of course not. We were both wearing corsets, so naturally we wore . They cuddled quietly for a long time, and he explored her warm, smooth, and achingly familiar body with his hands. At one point he moved to pull her sweatshirt off, but she stopped him with a hand and a tiny shake of her head. ‘That’s for later,’ she breathed. ‘All right.’ He continued to fondle her beneath the shirt, and she lifted her chest to his hands as they cuddled and kissed deeply. It was not the fierce, animal lust of the day before, though there was passion there. It was a deeper,.