.. tight..." He managed to gasp.Holmes moaned in response.Watson moved one of his hands from Holmes's hip and took hold of Holmes's erection. Holmes l...t out a shuddery, wanton whine."Harder, Watson." He said through gritted teeth. "Please, harder."Watson obeyed. With one hand on Holmes's hip and the other firmly around his friend's length, he rocked himself roughly into his friend, now in abrupt, jerking spurts.Holmes was breathing hard, every breath hitching when Watson pushed himself inside. "Well you have changed since I last saw you. How are you doing, dear?" I'm doing well."Mrs Thomas nodded to herself and gave me a smile. She was a nice lady, stern when she needed to be, but usually very nice. She seemed to take my assertion that I was doing well at face value, not badgering me because she thought I was putting on a brave face. She was one of those people who was very difficult to lie to, and she would likely have known if I had been pretending."Good, good. Well, I must get. I could justify not putting him to death immediately but in my gut I knew I bent the rules by banishing him in addition to the shoot to kill order.It was a no win situation. It threw Vicky into confusion because she knew he was dangerous but she had loved him at some point and was carrying his child. Grace objectively knew that it was the right thing to do but the mother-son thing was going on, breaking her heart. There was a "kill the messenger" reaction happening with her, and that could. I was beginning to think it was all in my ass though. Small breasts, almost a B cup were perky but needed help. I tried to do stuff to make my butt smaller, but no chance of that. I hated that thing because it stuck out so far and it was thick and round. Guys loved it and would always try and touch it. It made it hard to wear skirts because it made them sort of hike up in the back and you could see things if I bent just slightly. Another problem I had with it was that I could buy pants.