I was really turned on. The thought of watching someone die made my cunt twitch and I fucked pete so hard that night while we watched the girl on the...screen take her final breath. Thought they were fake but all this and my new friends made me think they might be real. I wondered for a moment if I would get to kill Heather and then I felt instant shame as I creamed my pants at the thought of watching Heather die. She was my best friend – I was a sick sick puppy.“Kelly come and meet some. By now you'll be grinding against me working us both up and struggling not to make the other passengers aware. I'll start to push my fingers into the gap between your thighs, teasing your pussy with tantalizing caresses through the thin fabric of your leggings while you reach a hand behind you and grip my cock through the denim and slowly begin to rub and wank me. As your pussy swells and grows damp my fingers will become more persistent, probing deeper pushing the material of your leggings. He brought her to orgasms now and then with his fingers."And what are the chances all this stuff will make me better?" We don't know. You would be one of the very first half dozen volunteers. However, even if this didn't help you, or made you worse, you might be contributing to a cure for others with your condition." I don't give a shit about others with my condition," she said. But she did, deep down. She cared a great deal about them -- and about herself.The first time she never even saw the. To her, what happened with her family was something so private it had a sacred air to it and definitely not something she wanted to be titillating to anyone. I had to first earn her trust and did so by proving I could keep her secrets even from Ashley. Eventually she did open up when she finally viewed me as a trusted confidant. [Generally as a counselor I would view keeping secrets as something that becomes increasingly caustic to one’s psychological health. I’ve altered my view on that when.