Not even close. She's getting wetter by the second and you can tell it's getting harder for her not to beg you for anything you want to give her. Your...fingers are slow and steady inside her - thumb scraping the underside of her clit with every stroke - and you know how maddening it is. When she's squirming, you pull your fingers out and sit back, watching. A hurt, angry whine and, yeah, it was the perfect time. She squirms, wordlessly demanding then begging for you to touch her, taste her, fuck. And when he receives lots of help, he has more time to..." I stopped talking.Bethany laughed as we stepped through the doorway to the transporter room. She pulled me over to the control panel and then hugged me from behind. "You're just as randy as me," she whispered in my ear.Terrence ignored our play and walked over to the pad. The panel was still cycling up when the speakers started to squawk again."James," Brad called out. "I've got Alexis back from her first run. She brought out two. STOPPED...stopped…stopped me from...from...seeing…”At this point the aforementioned tears are streaming down Markus’s face, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what he meant. The guys are so riveted by this short outburst that they give Markus his space, looking at the vulnerable Tiffany in a new light. Suddenly, defying all logical explanations, they begin unbuckling their pants, literal hate boners popping up through their underwear. Markus sees that he has managed to do something and smiles. I then sneaked to the bathroom and after wiping the worst of the spunk on toilet paper, rinsed the offending area under the tap.Returning to my room, I hung them over my bedside table to dry and got in bed. I can remember having vivid dreams that night about women with no clothes on showing their bits while I did naughty things to myself. I awoke in the morning to find myself still half naked and quickly pulled on my trousers having checked their was no stain to be found first. That day at.