I mumbled hello, and satnext to Tom. We sat and talked for about 45 minutes. Everythingseemed so, so...normal. After they left I wondered if that nigh...had really happened. I wanted to forget and they acted as ifnothing had changed. I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adamant. Saturdaymorning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to besick, and that was not far from the truth but the k**s were eagerto leave and Tom seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on somejeans and a. His fingers curve upward searching for her g-spot while his thumb massages her clit. She tries so hard to resist because its wrong, they aren't suppose to be together but her body giving in with each stroke.His other hand pushing up her shirt to expose her skin on her stomach, he licks her, tasting her flesh, tonguing her belly button. Her back arches as he finds her secret spot. Her juices flowing the more he fucks her with his fingers, her hips bucking back against his hand. Her moans getting. . me? ... I hurt ... so much ... I feel ... like I'm ... going ... crazy!" Yes, Ann. My husband is calling for EMS (Emergency Medical Services) to come transfer you to a hospital. Don't worry, Honey. We'll protect you."While this was going on, I used my cellphone to call 911 for EMS and police help. I went upstairs to wait for the EMS ambulance and to show them how to find Ann. I also called Nathan Herschal to tell him that we had found his daughter and that she was on the way to the hospital.. Certainly, masturbation curbed some of that desire, but it was getting out of hand. Pun intended. He had started notice woman’s hands more than anything else, he had to remind himself to stare at their breasts. The smell of moisturizer had started to turn him on. It was sad.He was working for a summer stock theatre company until September and then he was moving to SF. One would think that a theatre company would be ripe with worldly, single, easy actresses. Not this one. They had all either.