Tanya put her hand under the water, spread Sheri’s legs apart, and started rubbing her pussy. That warming feeling was now fully focused on her sopp...ng pussy. “Yes.” Sheri said, barely able to get the words out. “Make me cum again. Please.” Sheri knew that Tanya was very skilled in getting women to cum. She kept a slow, steady rhythm with three of her fingers on her clit. Every five or six strokes, she pressed two of her fingers deep into Sheri’s pussy then returned to the rhythm that Sheri was. She knew it would not fix the tire, but if she could just get it pumped up enough to ride over to Tammy’s no one would have to know that it was flat before she left. She looked in the corner with all of the garden equipment and around her father’s work bench. There was his compressor, but she did not know how to turn it on and it was attached to some drill like thing. She opened the cabinet doors and looked and there was no bicycle pump on the shelves or any place else! She looked at her watch. Despite what you think, I wish you the best. I'll be monitoring everything from here." Trisha sank to her knees. "Why?" she asked. "Why?" She looked at her hands as they lay against her legs. Everything was blurry through her tears. With her heart raging in her ears, Trisha missed the gentle hiss as gas was released from the overhead system. Time slowed as the seconds ticked mercilessly passed. At fourteen seconds, she felt a sharp pain where Dr. Campbell had injected her earlier. Trisha looked. It was the stuff of stories.Eric was a bit embarrassed about his book, and continued to be so for several minutes as Hayley read the titles to the stories on the pages that were clearly Eric's favorites - the pages were dog-eared. "My Wife - the Sex Slave I Always Wanted," "Horny Housewife Lures 3 Black Studs," "Girlfriend Tastes Cum for the First Time, and Can't Get Enough." "Sorority Girl is the Lone Female at Frat Party, But Not Alone." And there were others, tons. We laughed and joked about.