" Butter, I know more about Preacher than you could ever imagine, since we served together for almost three tours. Hell, I was the one who trained him... I will leave that decision to you because you're in charge as of now unless I see something that I think needs changed. I am going to be doing some running around tomorrow and I will take George with me so I can get to know him a little better. Like I told you before, I will reserve judgment until I am satisfied. I suggest you tell him I will be. She told me that the bus was not going towards her home. I waited for another 10 min but instead of slowing down it started raining heavily. The lady with me was getting more and more drenched. I saw that and offered her my jacket. First she did not accept but after 2 min she took it and put it on. She thanked me for the help and we started talking then. I asked her if she wants to call her home and ask someone to pick her up but she said that she stays with her mom who is very old and cannot. What about him had changed? He looked no different, yet was somehow affixed to her consciousness. In her fantasy, he knelt between her legs, his tongue tickling her inner folds, teasing out another gasp. Her fingers pressed harder, occasionally pinching the skin and letting her clit pop in and out of its hood. Fantasy Mike traced her vaginal opening with his fingers, always pushing inward just enough that she could feel it, but never enough to penetrate her.“Ah ... ah ... ah...” Beth pushed her. Holding my legs, he swung me back and forth on the restraints wanting to penetrate even further. He had obviously done this before because he stood still, moving me backwards and forwards. I looked sideways to watch in the mirror as this huge glistening erection repeatedly plunged in and out of me, I was fascinated and could not stop looking as his pace quickened to shouts of “You’re a slut!” More expletives and humiliation for me before he erupted, spurt after spurt, ramming it to the top. He.