...you know what I mean..... and I'll see you next weekend. And she gave him a little peck on the cheek, and left. On the drive home, Jan resolved no... to tell Mike about what had happened. She hated to deceive him, but realised that there was something about what had happened that she wanted to keep just for herself. She knew, somehow, that it just wouldn't be the same if Mike was involved. Anyway, the whole thing had been started by Mike, she reasoned, and he'd certainly enjoyed it. She tried. Then, looking me straight in the eye, your hand moves down and I feel you move my foot aside and insert one perhaps two fingers between your swollen lips. I am getting very turned on. At this point I can stand no more and, after checking on the girl, raise the table, which is on hinges, and inhale deeply as I see your two fingers sliding in and out of your soaking cunt. You close your eyes and open your legs wider not caring that we are not alone. I can restrain myself no. Now he was panicking, his mom would never understand why he was dressed the way he was. Hearing her coming up the stairs, desperation made his choice. He climbed up on the dresser and through the mirror to the other side, just as his mom got to the door of his room. "Now where is that strange package I need to mail?" Mrs. Peterson asked herself as she came into her sewing room and grabbed the box containing the Sailor Fuku. She stood in the room for a second almost remembering that this wasn't. I needed the beast to survive.The constant roar of noise lifted up to my penthouse, the lights causing even the darkest of nights to hide the brightest of stars. My brandy forgotten in my hand as I tried to make out a single soul in the jungle far below me. It wasn't the first time I had tried this, and as all others, I was unsuccessful. No one soul was as important as the whole of the beast, they were nothing compared to the city.I had spent so much of my life trying to have my soul released.