Oh my goodness! I don't know what to literally think or do right now. I don't ... I don't ... I don't know ... Damn it!He kisses me right then, gently...and steadily—passionately and brilliantly. I kiss him back, pushing and shoving and ramming my lips right straight against his. He is steady; he is patient with me; he is possessive and magnificent and wonderfully. To be honest and upright and truthful with you, this is just as much as heaven and paradise as it is itself. I swear that it surely. "It's no wonder your pussy loves me. It's so small, the whole outside of it gets shoved into your opening when I push. It looks like all of your lips and your clitoris, even the hood of it, get rubbed pretty firmly on the in stroke." Every time." Amanda agreed. "No matter how wet or ready I am. It's beautiful." My pussy does it too, but not as much when I'm really excited." Cindy commented, fascinated. "Even then it's still enough to rub my clit against his shaft. Damn that looks good. I'm. ”“Do you like watching girl-on-girl action?”“Very much,” he replied. His eyes almost rolled up in his head at the possibility. Marjorie snickered under her breath. She knew him well.Penny and Misty immediately went into each other’s arms and started several long kisses. French kisses started and the girls made sure that Misty’s father could see their tongues surging in and out of each other’s mouths and being sucked on. Their hands caressed each other’s breasts and tweaked on nipples, but. Now, hanging quiet, her mind returned to her body; the pain, while still unbearable, decreased a fraction, so long as she did not move. She tried to take a deep breath, but she could not. Her lungs, in her hanging position, remained expanded, mostly filled with air. To inhale, to breathe, she would have to empty them, to expel the stale air that filled them. She would do that, she knew, later; not now.She opened her eyes. Manu stood in front of her, watching her.She hung from her wrists; arms.