My nipples felt sensitive, but nice, and my hand traced a path down my body following my natural curves until I felt my own wetness, then I realised I...was ovulating, and that strange feeling was one of lust, as my hand lingered about my pussy and my fingers started to pleasure myself.I stopped and looked for the hand mirror, I wanted to study myself as I masturbated, it excited me, as if a stranger was watching me as I pleasured myself.I lay back on the duvet with the mirror high and studied my. Even his eyes were gray, while the whites were bloodshot. His silver framed glasses perched on his round pink nose.Judy's feeling of eager anticipation was fading rapidly."Please, have a seat, Mrs. Penneroft," Caldwell urged politely in his reedy voice. He closed the door behind her, then held the chair beside his desk for her to sit down in.Judy was sure he was sneaking a careful look down her neckline. She carefully crossed her legs, so her skirt would ride up her thigh."Now, just what can I. Hips rocking with every thrust into greedy, soaked depths that I seem to know even better than my own body. I've mapped the terrain, studied every secret of this tight fissure, have thrived within its unique dripping climate. Plunged so deeply inside, my own fingerprints may as well be imprinted into this beautiful territory. And I know only thing now.The body always demands closure. As my mouth is drowning in our joined moans, you begin to tighten around my fingers. It's almost imperceptible. I had them strip every body that had any of their weapons. I wanted them for my people, knowing that we'd need to make use of them eventually. When they were done that task, I had them clear the roadway of the dead by shoving the bodies over the slope into the valley below. Then I had them load the weapons onto a wagon. I had no desire whatsoever to leave a single weapon behind. While that happened, I sent Kola and Caitlin back up the road to fetch our horses. It took us time but eventually the.