I couldn’t help but stare when Emmett got up and moved this wardrobe. His rock-hard erection jousted outwards and proudly bobbed with each step. I b...t my lip and blushed as sudden nerves returned. Emmett threw one of his shirts toward me. No sooner had I slipped it over my head, Emmett moaned “Mmmm...damn, that looks so fucking good on you."I blushed even more from the gesture. So casually tossing me one of his shirts to wear, such an intimate thing often reserved for couples. It made me melt.. Some of the patrons were putting out the flames. Others were throwing the torches back towards the wall of armed attackers guarding the entrance. Still others were trying to climb out of windows, only to be ambushed by attackers outside. I won’t lie. I wanted to run. I didn’t understand any of this. I wasn’t afraid as such. What I felt wasn’t exactly fear, or at least it didn’t feel like fear. It was just a sort of primal awareness of my own body – every pore of it – and a keen awareness of the. Oh, don't stop. Oh, shit don't stop. Oh, yes. Yes. Aaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh, suck my pussy. Oh, suck it good. Ooooooooo. Ooooooooooh. Oh, shit. Oh, shit I'm gonna cum. Make me cum. Oh, yes make me cum. I'm cumming. I'm... oooooooooh." She cummed on my sheets and a little on me. Cynthia laid there smiling and giggling knowing what was. "You're a pretty horny woman, Miss Caroline."She shook her head. "I don't know... what... it is about you. I'm not usually like this. I mean, I have *never* been unfaithful." You say this with my hand between you legs." Ohgod, I know. I don't know what's happening to me this afternoon." You'll let me put my finger up your hole?"She looked at him. "In return for getting my ring?" She swallowed. He just stared at her intently. "Yes," she whispered."Yes, what?" Yes, I'll let you stick your finger.