I can't take it anymore. My mouth full of pussy, my bottom still hot and stinging, my head and face obscenely wiped by this beautiful, powerful woman,...I am completely over stimulated. Giving in to my urges, I plunge both hands into my own crotch and begin to furiously diddle myself. In seconds I'm coming hard, the tremors surging through my body as my squeals and cries are muffled in the swampy depths of Lydia's cunt. Lydia is just a close as I am. As she sees me go over the edge, moaning. ..”“We all talked. Me, married. College behind me. Mandy, college behind her. Maybe one or two apiece. Makes sense. To us...”“What do you think Ben and Mandy would say?”“I dunno. Kinda see Ben going along. Mandy, too. But it’s gonna be an interesting conversation.”“Talk to them. Or I guess I could. Or me ‘n Sara both...”“I’m sure that we’ll all get to talk about it before the deed’s done. Speaking of doing the deed. Any idea how?”“All kinds of information. It’s apparently pretty common in the. I knew I had a big grin on my face."You're welcome," he said before he was quickly out the door.---Dad and I decided to grab a bite to eat in the cafeteria again. Ifigured it was close enough to lunch now that this was probably the onlychance I was going to get.Once we had our food, we found an empty table and I started reading overthe songs while I ate. They looked really good.The first one was named 'Open Your Eyes (See Me)'. The message remindedme of Taylor Swift's 'You Belong with Me,' even. Better than me ... but he has two hands, I have only one.A return visit to the Emporium and a unquick search of the premises disclosed a clamp on drill boring rig. Van Norman read the black riveted tag with white letters on the dusty red dirty bulky 110v motor. There was a dusty red tin box with assorted oilpaper wrapped shiny metal parts under the hinged lid that proclaimed, MotorcyclE on the blackened brass tag riveted in the top center.(M E Just like that ... in caps.)In my solitary.