A gentle, insistent thrusting, then relaxation of the pressure, but no withdrawal. A little deeper with every push. Opening. Filling. Wanting. Mountin.... Whispers of how good you are, how wonderful your gift, how perfectly you open your body. Soon you are filled and my body presses against your pussy. Still, I don't withdraw at all, only push and release. Every thrust now is precious friction. Yet your mounting is hardly over, for there are still other ways I will open you... Fully inside your. " A little, but not that much." True. It's still your call."Ryan grinned. "Let's go up. I admit it, I want to see this at the very least." Yes, you do," Warren laughed. They headed up the stairs to the bedroom.They got to the bedroom and found Sophia lying on the bed, Jessie on top of her, engaged in a raucous 69."Wow!" Ryan hissed."I love that sight," Warren agreed.Jessie, into what she was doing, was oblivious to their presence. However, Sophie heard them. She peeked past Jessie's leg and. I gradually became aware of my surroundings.I was in a bed in a dimly lit room that wasn't my bedroom. I started to get out of bed, but something wasn't right. I was very weak, had a sore throat, and there was an oxygen mask on my face. I later learned I had an IV in my arm, electrical leads connected to sensors on my chest, and a catheter connected to a urine bag. I wasn't as aware of my surroundings as I had thought.A nurse appeared beside my bed to keep me from doing what I wanted to do. As. With the Susquehanna River Bridge in the near distance, the view was unbelievable. Yet, sitting so low as if she was in a New Orleans flood basin but unprotected by a levy, she felt so vulnerable living there with her mother in her basement apartment. In all the places she lived, sometimes feeling much like a prisoner living in a jail cell, especially with the security bars on the windows, she never lived below street level. Even though she’s an exhibitionist, never wanting to be peeped on, she.