He needed no convincing, and recommenced his thrusts. Kayla cried out in time with each thrust. She could feel his every inch, sliding all the way ou..., and then all the way back in. The pleasure was too much to bear. Each time he slammed into the very back of her pussy her tension mounted, until she couldn’t hold back anymore and she was cumming, arching her back, grasping at anything that was in her reach. Inside of her, Ian tensed and moaned as he reached his own climax. Kayla heard many. And then Jenny sent me a picture and it was of both her boobs and she had clearly taken it in her bathroom mirror and the reflection of the flash ruined most of it but her boobs were definitely nice and just a little bit saggy but not much, and the text she sent after it said 'That's all I will do. Bye!'So then I put my phone under the blanket again and between my thighs this time and I reached around my thigh with my other hand and pulled my panties a little to the side and took a picture and. I love you.”“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Her voice trembles as she asks, “We’re going to stay that way, right?”“Definitely,” I tell her with semi-earned confidence. I’ve successfully flown and landed a simulated plane before… Sometimes I talk about the subject of air travel and mechanical flight with more authority than I strictly deserve to, but it’s not like I suffer from a special lack of familiarity with the process. In my defense that sort of exaggeration is usually part of an effort to. .all of it was just...there, accessible. He grinned when he thought about how she had just left an abusive relationship and had been raped several times in the past. He looked at the other female and marveled as the same information presented itself. Some of it, he knew, came from what he started thinking of as his traditional memory – from experiences, conversations, things he had read. The remainder came from this newfound collective of knowledge, this brand-new, completely comfortable,.