Lips were still teasing and biting my nipples, alternating as if trying to drive me mad. The fingers in my pussy were moving in and out slowly at firs.... They started to move faster and deeper with each stroke. The finger at my clit was starting to move it around. Oh, it was so sensitive and almost hurt with the pleasure it was creating. Again, I feebly tried to close my legs to the onslaught that was making me so hot. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," was all I could utter.The walls of my pussy were tightening. Mark placed his bell end just before her tongue and allowed it to find him. Her tongue swirled around his head smothering it with his own juices and hers. Keeping his body still he slowly pulled her head forward and penetrated the entrance to her mouth. Her lips quickly clamped down on his thick cock and trapped it within her fiery hot mouth. She tried to move forward to take more than just his cock end into her mouth but he held her still. Mark looked down at the girl he had not bothered to. Vary thetime you shock her ? sometimes don't press the button just let her think youare going to. The anticipation can be bad. If I tell you to stop do so straightaway ? we don't want her to die on us. OK? Here we go.? I pressed the tips of the prod against her nipple and switched the power on ? shemoved so much that I had trouble keeping the tips in place. ?Push the tip in hard? Gomez advised. I did as she suggested. For twenty minuteswe worked on her. After a while Gomez began moving her prod. I hadn't thought about it, but now I did, I got up and looked through some of my writings from the last few years. Looking through it, I saw finally a pattern I had completely missed that whole time. My writings were littered with poems, stories, and fantasies about an older woman I dubbed Katie, and our romantic and sexual relationship with each other. It wasn't until I read it over with the new realization in my mind that I noticed something in all these stories I'd never noticed before..