I closed the door and locked it, having lived in the city alone long enough to have developed the habit of always locking it behind me. As I turned, h... was right there and placing his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me firmly back against the door and kissed me. And what a kiss it was. It started out slow and so very sensual as he braced himself against the door, a hand on either side of my shoulders, and leaned into me. His tongue explored my lips and slid into my mouth to explore there as. . Oh, forget it. That's probably true. I had my reasons, and Ithink Henry was half-crazy to begin with, but I suppose I pushed himover the line. So what?" See how easy that was? Now, the way I see it, what we have here is afamily problem. When Henry killed Brigitte, it put us in quite aquandary. Normally, all things being equal, we might have killed him,but he had extenuating circumstances. Through no fault of his own,Henry was driven insane by another member of the family." Now, wait a. "Do you think I can touch it?" he asked"No, i shouldn't be doing this!" i thought to myself, but again pleasure overrided my morals."Yeah, But be gentle, OK?" i said"Ok" he said happily in return.He slowly glided his finger into my inner thigh and farther down to my pussy lips.Then he starting gliding his index finger over my pussy lips and then he inserted a finger into my pussy, which caused me to almost have an orgasm."Oh, Fuck" I moaned."Are you ok Chelsea"? he asked."Yeah I'm fine" i. Once you had stopped trembling and whining, I sat back and began to withdraw. I looked down at the shining column as it emerged, loving the sensation of power. I even took a picture of it with only the head inside. Then I slowly pushed it back in, reveling in your helpless groans. The room was filled with grunts and groans as I began a rhythmic screwing of your ass. You make different noises when you're being fucked (as opposed to when you're fucking me). I wondered if I made different.