Or termite farm, he supposed, given the shape of the mountain. It was a complex mass of scaffolding arranged in a stack of blocky rooms that extended ...p the inside of the mountain. They went up a long way, too far for Jackson to see the top. Each 'room' was illuminated with different coloured lamps. They all teemed with monsters.Fuck. That was a shit load of levels, Jackson thought. Do not be another fucking Blighttown. Once through there was enough.He spotted a stone archway at the base of the. Now having lost the shared experience and focused on their own. Driving and pumping into me. Hitting my holes with their singular intent to achieve a climax, without consideration or thought about me. They were like a****ls, like dogs. One big difference of man and dog is the dog’s intent to dominate. There are men like that in actions, dominant, controlling, harsh, abusive men. But loving, caring, attentive men rarely get there, but these were and it felt so good to be used by them, to give. "Judy was right, there are allies everywhere," Melissa said, a genuinesmile appearing on her face.***Melissa broke the kiss as she sensed, rather than saw, a light come onfrom behind her. "I had a wonderful time tonight," she whispered."Despite Andrea?" Steve added as he reluctantly let her go."In some ways because of her," Melissa grinned. "Not only did I spendan evening with you, but I got to see that there are more people thatsupport me."Steve laughed gently. "I had a fabulous time too and I. I was asleep in a guest room in my uncle’s basement. Next to me was a pair of my panties that were stiff with my dried cum. Cara had used them the night before to give me a handjob while everyone else in the house was asleep. It was the third time in less than a week. The first time was right after she caught me jacking off in her basement.At first, I felt guilty. Cara was only eighteen years old. She was still in high school. And she was my aunt’s step-daughter. We weren’t.