Panic began to bleed through the fog that shrouded his mind.“You’re buried and trapped!” a mental voice informed him. “Your men are digging yo... out. Just relax until they get to you.”“What happened?” Caleb wondered, not sure if the question was rhetorical, or if he were actually trying to gather information. He wasn’t sure if it made a difference. Did it matter? Who had just talked to him?Caleb’s head felt like someone had scrubbed the corridors of his mind with acid. Discordant images flashed. I told her that she should plan what she would wear, where she would go and to what level of sexual involvement she wanted when it happened. But not to plan exactly when as she should do it when the mood really hit her.A few days later she told me it was going to happen within the next month. We agreed that it needed to be spontaneous to enhance the experience for her. We even agreed that there wouldn't be any sex between us during that time, so that her desire would be more intense.Around two. The guests were to behave, stay in certain areas, no one was to smoke … anything, nor drink anything alcoholic and the party was to end promptly at eleven p.m.. Cher even had to do the clean up by noon the next day. Mel’s punishment for breaking the rules sounded like nuclear retaliation. She would be lucky to see daylight again. That made her parties unbearably dull by the standards of some of her class mates who figured that if you could actually remember a party, then it must. "I want to fuck," she whispered. "Oh, I want to fuck."Unable to speak because it was all so great, he led her to the sofa. She went down easily and gracefully, spreading her legs, as she smiled at him."I want it!" she crooned."Baby, so do I!" he cried. He slid right into her saddle. There was an awkward moment when his trembling hand couldn't fit his cock to her hole but she shifted to help. He drove his prick into her cunt."WOW!" Love it." she said.He felt it to his toes. She was absolutely as.