Slowly I felt her anger ebb away."Forgiven?"Caitlin nodded. “But don’t you ever treat me like that again;” so I kissed her again, this time mor... eagerly. As her grip around my neck tightened, my hand lightly touched her pussy; she bit my earlobe then uttered, “No you bastard, I’m too sore,” I held my breath and didn’t dare to do anything other than let my hands rest on the small of her back.Exhausted and tired Caitlin edged her way onto the bed then stretched out. Here I began to idly stroke. Unable to resist the kinkiness of her bad aim, she shoved her ridged shampoo bottle into her vagina. Her thrilled Kegel muscles thanked her dearly and rewarded her with an orgasm that almost gust the wind out of her. Knees shaking, she washed her cum off the bottle.As she worked soap into every square inch skin, Anya observed her figure. It was attractive (her long-lost virginity was proof) to say the least. Measuring 36D-27-35, her nipples, which had the diameter of a quarter, were unusually. Each thinking they would be powerful enough to resist thechange. But thinking with their dicks made them dicks. Forever." So that's why you tolerate her," Tamara concluded. "In honor of Mattwho sacrificed himself." In part, yes. But I also keep an eye on her. She is a force of natureif not blunted by my guidance. The sad truth is that she will probablywalk the earth long after I died of old age. For nine years I draggedher now through the country and she hadn't aged a day. The spell keepingher. In the kitchen I grab the bottle, the opener and some glasses, and off we go to our new hot tub.I put the champagne to one side and slip in. It's just right. He drops in on the opposite side with a smile. It's nice and we got a deeper one as we, uh, expect to play a bit in here. I glide over and sit myself on his lap and kiss him passionately. That goes on, and his hands roam freely, he caresses my back, my neck, and more as his hands gently trace the outline of my breasts, and he plants a kiss.