"No touching me for now," Jo told him. "Meghan is first. And for this first time, this will just be between me and Meghan." Awww," Ken said with mock ...ejection."You'll get your turn," Jo promised. "Believe me, there's enough of me to go around."Meghan's hands quickly picked up where Ken's had left off. She began to run her fingers up and down the backs of Jo's thighs, caressing her from the swelling of her buttocks down to the back of her knees. Her mouth grew busier as well, licking and. Porter walked with Kanji at his side into a large room whose first impression was white light. The room was a tall glass cylinder topped with a clear dome. The walls were opaque, or the windows were clear, and both were the same thing as they twisted and turned back into each other. The effect on the polished wood floor was a play of shadows that were always in motion. The dance of light and shadow was hypnotic.Porter automatically began counting the number of shadows on the floor by dividing. She had lost track of her hands which had been cupping the two brothers.Feeling returned to her hands as Mort's cupped hers. He bent his fingers around hers and lifted. Billy and Stan sighed at the pressure.When Mort entered her, shutting down her mind, she had lost track of Billy and Stan. They had just faded from her consciousness.Now, she realized that sometime after Mort had entered her, they had stopped suckling her. She could now hear them both breathing hard, feeling their breath cascade. At the end of it there were two doors, one on each side. One was probably the bathroom. I headed that way. At the two doors, not knowing which way to turn, I glanced left.There she was, standing in front of a dresser at the back wall, shirt off and in the process of taking off her bra. Unlike with most women, with her that was a real production. Let me describe her.Her name was Pamela. She was 51 years old, more than a dozen years my senior. She weighed 265, over forty pounds more than me. She.