For a few seconds she held her body tightly pressed against my palm, then released my hand which slid off her chest limply. She broke out into a peal ...f laughter, called me a fool, and breezed out of the room.As I grew older, my passion for female heartbeat also grew more and more intense. Once I bought a stethoscope with my pocket money, and I used to listen to my own heart sometimes with it. Of course, I also had a legitimate use for it– to measure the bp of my grandfather. I longed to use it. Then, tell me to bend over and spread for you like you really mean it and won't take no for an answer. If I beg you to not stick it in, I really mean shove it up nice and hard and make me take it all the way up."I followed her instructions carefully noticing how primed she was to take it up the ass from the way she gasped at the butter and how she spread her ass cheeks to make it easier for me to get inside. I had to admit she was a lot different than her daughters who were all shy and immature. He tugged my hand, which he still held, and led me up the stairs.We passed two closed doors, stopping in front of a third. The hallway was done in grey-striped wallpaper with antique brass lamps hung between each dark-wood door.He pushed open the door and ushered me through first, bumping into me when I stopped just inside.His room seemed to take up more space than Claire's whole house laid flat, but the real shock was the outer walls: they were glass. From the plush carpet to the ceiling on. Anyway, one Friday night, Amy and I were hanging out in my dorm room drinking, smoking some weed and watching TV. David and John had both gone home for the weekend - or so we thought. At about 1AM (Amy and I were pretty toasted by then), John walked in. He'd ended up hanging out with some of his friends off campus and had decided to just drive home in the morning since his parents only lived about an hour and a half away.He could see that Amy and I were both pretty hammered. He grabbed a beer.