I started adding a circular kneading of her pussy, on each pass. After two or three of these, I stopped stroking her legs, and continued to massage h...r pussy.The little damp spot was growing, and she began to wriggle, sliding her bum forwards in the chair, to meet my pressure with pressure of her own. She moved her feet, from touching together in front of her, to held right up either side of her, hooking her arms inside her knees. She was opening herself as fully as she could. I slid a. It only disgusts Mercy even more, but she doesn’t let her revulsion show.Yet even repulsed by this thing and its appendages, Mercy’s body responds differently than her mind. It’s as if she has lost control over herself. Her hips rock to the rhythm of the tentacle rubbing against her nipple and the tip of another brushing against her neck and ear. Her breath is coming faster and she soon feels her other nipple stiffen against the cool flesh of the appendage. She rubs the tentacle harder.And then. I don't think she would back down from you any more than she would give up on me if that's what she wanted. You do know, of course, that I cannot be number one to three women. I'm delighted that you joined the group." I'm glad to hear you say that. I was worried when Cynthia came to stay with me that you might not like it." I wasn't alone for a minute and I enjoyed the night with Alyssa and Laura. No, I didn't mind. I couldn't mind since Cynthia made my life so much better with Laura. I judge. This rule of thumb, alas, did not apply to my roommate. You can't say I had a crush on her, really, more that I simply craved her odor, her smell, the stench of her sweat. She emanated an exquisitely strong and rich aroma and perspired abundantly. My mouth watered from the mere imagination how her sweaty pussy would smell like after a long, hot day.We had started our studies the same year and met through a craigslist-type ad for a two-bedroom, 350 square feet apartment with kitchenette off.