Then was the moment of truth. Should mother wake up or was she so deeply passed out that I could feel her up and play with her body?My fingers sneaked...their way under the pantie-leg and touched her groin. At this I could feel a quick twhich of the muscles there. I almost panicked and was ready to withdraw my hand from her but I stopped in time and let my fingers stay in touch with her groin but I put a little more pressure on it and her twhiching stopped.What didn't stop was my fingers which. I don’t care how he’s inside of me, or about the pain and humiliation he inflicts, as long as he just doesn’t stop. I only care that I get more. I hear myself begging for him to go harder, but a part of me can’t believe it’s me saying this. I look up to see the other guy still watching, waiting, as if he’s next. I make myself ignore him, not a hard task under the circumstances of having my hips gripped, and being pulled back harder and harder onto a raging dick. I feel every inch of him in me,. ....tight." You breath out between groans as you lead your cock deeper and deeper into my pussy, soon completely disappearing. A moan escapes my lips and, as if it were a signal, you begin to steadily work my pussy. First slow, disappearing in my pussy and then coming out until just the head was inside, and again. "Oh yes! Fuck me." I beg, sinking back into the couch as you begin to pick up both speed and power. After awhile you can hear your balls slapping against my asshole, soaked with a. The next day I was relaxing on an old sofa in one of the college's many student lounges. I had my notebook in front of me in a feeble attempt to study. Although I had exams coming up, my mind was a million miles away. I started staring at a large fish tank against a wall. I stared mindlessly at the fish swimming back and forth in the large tank as the air bubbles rose to the surface. That night, in my next letter to Cindy, I included these words.Love Can.Love can be like water to a fish,Love.