Yet every time I try to turn toward this THING, it scurries out of reach. I'm like a dog chasing my own tail! Nothing is wrong and yet nothing is ex...ctly right either. It has to be the accumulation of stress. Maybe that reporter was right, I am over reacting. The feeling of being watched all the time- paranoia? I just want it all to go away. Damn! I wish Kitty and I were back in California and away from all this SHIT! Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted. "POINT! GAME!" His. Back and forth they switched as she slowly surged cum into their mouths. She stopped them, sat down saying “my knees were weak”. They had many questions for her especially about her ability to cum continuously, she told them then grinned, “I have more and can probably give you more than they can take”. She told them of her and Pete's situation, they shouted “we can help, we would love to have you feed us”! She hugged them telling them to let her think about it. Pete came home, she told him. ( At this point, I hadnt noticed Jack sneaking up, only wearing a shirt) I got startled by my little brother Jack walking up behind me and leaning next to me over the couch. He was 16, average everything about him, but a baseball player at school. I looked over and smiled at him, kinda nervous that he could smell me. He smiled back and leaned in for a kiss. Nothing special about that. We kiss all the time. But this seemed different. He put his hand on my cheek and made the kiss feel much more. It was because of my rage when I saw that seemingly anyone else could have you, except me that I had you flogged so terribly. But this is the last time I'll mention this. And you were cruel to say what you did. Now get off to Rachel and love her to sleep. Don't make too much noise, though! You and Samantha were like having an earthquake next door!" You were pretty cruel to have me whipped. But I'm glad you did. Since you now know it gives me pleasure, why don't you flog me yourself in future?.