Now the normal thing would have been to have Connie’s place set opposite Emma’s on Donald’s right, but it is placed on the other side of Emma.Th...oughout the meal as they chat as nothing has just happened, nor that Emma and Connie are nude in front of Donald, Emma feels Connie’s hand running up farther and farther on her thigh to her cunt. And on the other side, Donald is doing the same.Emma suddenly feels both their fingers playing in her cunt. One is brushing and polishing her clit making it. After weeks of writing AND rewriting, "A Double Dose of the Medallion" was posted. I now have seven stories on Fictionmania and am working on the eighth in which the Medallion saves a life. But now I want to hear from you. First question?(Bashful) Who is your favorite author?(Julie) NQ! I have to sleep tonight. NQ!(Brandy) So, in 'Killer' are you saying that TG is not a compulsion, but a desire that can be fought?(Julie) Not in everyone. He felt he had no other choice. Society forced him into. As she looked at the freckles that stood out on her pale face she wondered if she was referring to herself or Ben as old faithful. In the twelve years since she and Ben had started fucking she'd managed to get knocked up eight times - nine times she reminded herself as she set the telltale stick down on the counter and rinsed her mouth out with some water from the tap.Of course she wasn't the only one Ben kept knocking up. While most of the girls and women he fucked were content with one or two. ’I cut him off. ‘I don’t want your excuses; I’m waiting for your answer!’‘Please don’t tell Mum and Dad, I will do anything you want...I’ll take your punishment.’‘Right, stand up and take off your tee shirt, then drop your shorts.’ He looked at me, a protest forming on his lips. ‘The choice is yours, me or your parents?’I had stood now, hands on hips. He took his tee shirt off and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. ‘I’m waiting...’ He pushed the shorts down then stood with his.