Very intense.She didn’t know how long the pokey pulses lasted, but almost as soon as it switched back over to the gentle pulses she experienced a ve...y powerful orgasm. As she was breathing heavily and enjoying the pleasant sensations of the soft signals, Annabelle’s voice spoke softly in her ears.With the voice coming from both earbuds, it was almost as if Annabelle was speaking from inside Nicole’s head. “Having fun are we?” Annabelle asked.Nicole just answered with a soft moan.“I really do. I know the timing well. As her little cries move up the scale, my fingers close on her nipple. The extra sensations of the nipple caress take her into the oceanic waves of climax. As wave after wave of internal storm winds wash over her, the storm outside cooperates with wind whipped rain slashing against the house. Her head sinks back onto my shoulder, her hair sticking to her damp forehead. She reaches up and back to caress my face. She turns in my arms and deeply kisses me, her sweet. But there was a deep sense of gratification lingering within her inflamed vagina, and a tingling that aroused itself whenever one thigh brushed the other. Lauralee sat upon the toilet while Bettina drew a hot bath for her, and poured in scented powders."Here you are, darling," the girl purred. "All ready for you to soak in. I know what a round-robin fucking like that takes out of you. The first time Daddy and Robbie did it to me, I must have passed out three or four times, but it was even more. Lesbianism wasn’t as scorned in the Highlands as male homosexuality, but it was still a mark that would stick on her if she was ever caught, and I got the feeling that Hannah wasn’t really gay; she just hadn’t been with a man in quite a long time—if ever—and she was in the full bloom of her womanhood. She’d made little noises in her faux-slumber last night, soft moans and hushed gasps that weren’t quite quiet enough for me to be ignorant of what was going on in her sleeping bag. It had made it.