The next night, I stood in her room, using her panties to help me masturbate while thinking of her. "Oh, I want to fuck her so badly. Shelia is okay f...r now, but she is yesterday's garage compared to me. I could make Blair cum like a fire hydrant attached to the Atlantic ocean and I'd return the favor when she ate my pussy too. That's what proper girlfriends do for each other," I mentioned, rubbing her panties onto my cherry. My other hand made it over onto my heart and felt a fast beat. I. She thought it wasn’t right to call it her pet, maybe it was… something else. Monica was barely able to complete the last thought because the moment she saw the swirling patterns, her mind emptied completely. She stared mindlessly at the bug while a faint tingling started to form in her brain and as it grew stronger, the itching traveled down to her pussy, igniting her arousal once more. Now she knew exactly what she had to do… Monica sat on the floor, spread her legs and lift her hips,. I noticed this woman who was in her mid-forties. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairly tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were somehow elsewhere. She had very long hair, almost reaching her backside, and a long loose skirt, with an embroidered white blouse. In short, she could have been in the supermarket, at work or even in church and nobody would have batted an eyelid. A buffet had been laid out on a side. The sticky mass of goo that was left had initially found no good use on the farm. Bryan had found that it was pliable enough to be used as a sort of cement when reheated, and it was this material in bulk that he used to apply a layer of pea gravel to the wall, over top of used chicken wire stapled to the tires.The result was a wall of immense proportions which was literally bulletproof, kept livestock in and pests of either two or four legged variety out. The wall was broken only in three.