.. don’t stop...”“I think you’re right,” said Amanda. She rolled away from Frank so that she was face down on the bed, and Frank rolled with...her, to begin vigorously stroking into her from above and behind. Amanda buried her face in her pillow to quiet her own screams of pleasure.The next morning the entire household had awoken late, and everyone seemed in a much better mood after the disastrous trip. Amanda suspected that was because practically the entire household had gotten well and truly. And lubricant and massage oil through 2 others. Each tube was clearly marked with colored electrical tape. (The water tube was laced with acid, vallium, vicodin, black cohosh and other aphrodisiacs and the flavors masked with her favorite mango juice.)The chamber's contents we're as follows:(2) Independently controlled TENS units. The stimulation could not be turned off completely, and the electrodes had been sewn to their flesh. (2) Inflatable butt plugs, the air compressor that filled them. My grandma was staring at me as she wondered what I was doing. Then I took a step closer, extended my arms, and hugged my grandmother tightly as the shower washed the soap on our mixed bodies. As I was hugging my grandma, my penis was in between her legs and touching her vagina. Both grandma and I hugged real tightly, feeling the soapy feeling release from our bodies and drain away until we slowly let go of each other and turned off the shower. It felt so amazing being this close and naked. Apparently, Maude has spoken her first word, which is ‘Fuck.’ Smart girl. Tyler Durden once said that when one has insomnia, everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. Well, during an acid trip, everything is an original art work. Here I am on this black ‘Dell’ Monster, fondling some strange appendage which clicks in appreciation. On top of the computer and monitor, there are three hills of CDs. Beyond them, there is clutter. ‘Cuddles’ the teddy bear chills between a cylinder of tennis balls.