At the same time she felt his hand slipping between her legs. She spread them as far as her skirt would allow.Jerome's fingers found her swollen sex a...d one slipped inside."Oh God baby, let's go to my bedroom." With that Sandra got up and grabbed Jerome's hand to lead him down the hall. As soon as they were in her bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed until he was lying on his back. His penis had grown again and was standing tall. Sandra quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt. She stood at. And in thinking of this, I take a deeper breath, force these memories to sear themselves into my mind, absorbing every single second that I stand here, desperate not to forget any part of this. I float back to the surface, your warm, soft words flowing around me still. I try to refocus on the conversation, the wall, any required responses that I need to offer. Have I been caught? Do you know where I am as you sit there, offering your friendship, your conversation? Can you read my eyes? Can you. I had my head down and was grubbing in the dirt when I sensed someone standing behind me and I looked back and saw Amber standing there. She smiled at me, "I thought it would be easier on your eyes if you didn't have to stare over such a distance." I was dumbfounded and couldn't think of anything to say. "Go ahead and play in your dirt" she said, "I'll just sit here and we can watch each other." That of course was impossible. It was one thing when Amber was sixty feet away, but something else. “Why?! Why do I need to get screwed again?! And why John? Why can’t I just say no ... fuuuuuck... She thought up until she felt John’s hand slip under her skirt, and his bare hand meeting her bare thigh. All her self control was gone, she was becoming a sex addict, Alex, and John ... she was just letting them do what they wanted to her, and worst of all, she wanted it.“Fuck Riki, you’re so wet already, you’re so ready, were you hoping I would come in here? Were you thinking about me fucking.