The thoughts scurry in my head. I am lying at the bottom of a deep well. I am seeing the light above me. It seems that the well is at least ten meters...deep. The woman who pushed me is gone. I don't hear anything except the distant twitter of the birds. How long I have been lying here?The pain intensifies and rudely interrupts the flow of thoughts. I gasp for breath. Everything swims before my eyes. As the dizziness recede, I am able to think again. I can't move. I feel as if my body is. So in a way that deserves credit for providing truth in advertising, the tat suited her just fine.She was nervous about performing with me. Her first amateur porn effort was simply a solo masturbation. Having sex on video with someone that she was going to be meeting for the first time was as good a reason as any for being nervous. I had agreed to let her girlfriend be on set in order to offset that feeling which oftentimes can get in the way of making sex videos; very few like that "deer in. Oh well, she thought, I'm already pregnant now. Not much I could do to change that.Jennifer had pushed the door to her bedroom nearly closed but hadn't actually gotten it to latch. She was underneath the covers naked, her little collection of sex toys she used to pleasure herself lying there on the bed beside her. As Jennifer felt herself getting turned on more, she reached up, cupping both of her breasts, diddling her nipples and feeling them both harden. The feel of her fingers on her tits. She looked as if she was in a dream. "Zybeath you scared the hell out of me."She did not stop her gentle masturbation. Wearing only a tee shirt, her long legs and pussy were exposed to me. I had heard her solo sex, once before, in the middle of the night, but had never seen her. She was beautiful, her eyes closed, her red lips parted. Quickly I found my towel and headed to the showers, which were communal. Two long rows of stalls lit by soft electric lamps , which hung from the roof beams on.