I looked at my hand and felt as if it belonged to someone else. I could feel sensations that my brain couldn’t translate. Warmth? softness? dampness... Suddenly I realized what was happening: I was feeling what the demon was feeling. I concentrated harder, and could feel the girl’s thighs clenched about my wrist, my fingers probing the meat of her uterus. My other hand was wrapped around her delicate throat, powerful enough to crush it in an instant but holding back. I wondered what other. As for the second qestuon? Well, the answer was quite simple: she forgave him because she was the one that had set the entire affair up.Scott didn’t realize that, of course. And Emma certainly hadn’t. The White Queen could only achieve orgasm by knowing she was taking something that didn’t belong to her; Jean knew that once Scott and Emma had become a couple the only way Emma had been able to cum was by resorting to petty theft. The need to take made her horny as hell and despite all Scott did. Said ummm ” that’s what I call breakfast in bed baby ” –I still din’t have the slightest fucking clue who she was but now I din’t care, my cock was hard again so hard now that it almost hurt all I wanted to do was push my cock between those sexy lips of hers after which i’d want to fuck her pussy raw! But I just lay there still staring at her pretty brown eyes & mesmerized by her sexy naked body, the only part of me that was reacting was my cock.She saw this and smiled before bringing her hand. My heart was beating in my chest as she sat there. It wasn’t that she was peeing beside me. It was that she had no panties on. Nothing was there under that nightgown.”What about tonight?” I suddenly heard her, “Sleep alright?” “Yeah, I am trying. You?” She had that same grin. “Yeah, Fine. I think I saw you staring at my assets. Enjoyed the show? I need some water.” She stood up and stepped over to the sink. I felt her brush in beside me, reach for the water, and turn it on. The fabric of her.