She moans and her face contorts as she hangs between frustration and release. Minutes pass without contact, her breath is fast and ragged but slowly i... starts to return to normal. Very slowly I start again. She registers every movement of my fingers as I push inside her. But now there is no movement, no friction, no rhythm, just the touch of my fingers deep, deep inside her. Her eyes plead for release more eloquently than any mere words could manage. I start to move my fingers; she hangs on the. It bagged and billowed at her chest and asshe moved he could catch glimpses of breast, again pale and smooth butnot as large as most of the women he'd known. Her neck swept up to thatpointed chin and he gazed at the full red lips aching to kiss them, andbeyond, the deep lustre of her eyes and the wild mass of black hair.She was nothing like the hag like witches he'd heard of but a witch shewas without a doubt. Never had he felt so calm yet so aroused. Thefull, moist lips parted and she. ”“It’s part of American culture...”“R-rated Quentin Tarantino films are hardly what I’d describe as ‘American culture’ ... and where’d you see that anyway?”She shrugged, looking a bit chagrinned. “It’s on the internet,”“Wait, why do I suspect Christy and Emma had something to do with it? Maybe a little tradeoff for teaching them insults and swear-words in Swahili?”Even under her light caramel complexion, he could see her blush.He tried unsuccessfully to look stern. “Yes, I know about that.”She. Upon our arrival, we were conveyed to the castle. Jam and I were given my old bedroom. Mo was given Angela’s room in the suite while Mason was in his prior room. Jam and I pulled our cases in and set up housekeeping quickly. We came out to the sitting room and found that Berthold was there on the love seat with Mo. I grinned. This was getting interesting.Their heads were close when we entered. I cleared my throat to get their attention. Berthold said, “I was just explaining to Moira the.