Laura let out a painful scream and shuddered."Don't move! Please, don't move! My legs are broken," Laura pleaded pitifully.The terror in Allison's eye... began slowly to recede. She blinked, took a deep breath and sighed. Then she felt Laura's cheek pressing against her breasts, and her tears moistening them. She lay still for a moment, feeling her nipples hardening."We can't stay that way forever. I have to pull myself out if I were to help you," Allison said with calm voice."Ok," Laura nodded. In the living room, There are two easy chairs, each with its own ottoman. These face a couch running along beneath a wall of windows. Outside, a fairly busy street runs past. Now I move to my lounge chair. I lean back and sit back with me feet pressed sole to sole. This spreads my legs wide. I run my thumb up from my asshole to the back of my balls. A shiver runs up through my balls. Then I rub my finger tips against the tight cotton imprisoning my cock. From the end of each finger, tingles of. " No, I didn't say I was certain. It just looked like her. You haven't heard about any problems have you?" No, but I can ask if you like?" No, don't. I could get into trouble for just telling you about it."Eric walked in and sat down opposite me. I pointed to his beer and he picked it up and took a sip."What's the problem, then, Eric?" I asked."Who says there's a problem? Perhaps I just felt like a chat." Come on, we both know that normally you can't wait to get home to Janet on week days, so. "If you seem messy, how long will that take to fix?" Twenty minutes?" I guess that takes the spontaneity out of it, though, huh?" Yeah..." We'll try it without." Try what?" Beatrice asked."Going in through the back door," I amplified.Beatrice frowned. "Sis?" Don't knock it 'til you've tried it!" Bridgette retorted, shooting off toward the bathroom.I pursed my lips and eyed Jackson. "Don't get tied up in anything -- I might need help." Beatrice thought about frowning -- visibly -- but she.