Eric didn't care.Don was almost 30, another latent who still bore the scars of his releasing accident. Scars both physical and mental. And angry scar ...an down his face and an angry streak ran through his psyche. He was a gambler. High stakes (back room only) poker. Not only did he always know what everyone held in their hands, he could keep the other players from folding when he wanted to drive up the pot. He could do this over and over because they always left the table without a clear memory. "Fuck me." She whispers as she lays back on the floor quickly unbuttoning her jeans for me.I tug off her jeans impatiently and almost fall on top of her pinning her to the ground. My prick rubs against her glistening sensitive cunt as if it has a mind of it's own. I suck on my fingers for her to see before I reach under and slide three inside her with ease. The cunt tightens and loosens around my fingers as she squirms beneath me, whispering obscenities to herself, lost in the moment. Liquid. She could feel herself getting wet, very wet. Suddenly, she felt awkward being dressed, she started removing her shirt and bra exposing her light brown skin. She was still on her knees when the weight Rusty pushed her onto all fours. Suddenly, she felt something warm brush across the lips of her pussy. She felt Rusty against her back his paws latching just below her breast. A warm feeling pushed inside her like she'd never felt before. She knew what was, but she wasn't willing to stop. Again he. She flinched.Wondering, Fred sucked gently on the nipple, then sucked a little harder. Carla flinched again.Fred pulled back and looked her in the face as she frowned. "I don't know what's wrong. I noticed that my boobs were a little sore this morning. As the day progressed, they seemed to get worse. Now my nipples are really tender." You're period fixing to start?" Fred asked."No, I'm right in the middle of my cycle. I don't know what's wrong, and they're even more sensitive than usual. The.