My finger keeps moving in and out of her. I hear her gasping with every stroke, louder and louder. I feel her getting wet, deliciously wet – allowin... me to slip another finger into the yielding wetness, fucking her deeply and thoroughly with two fingers. I look up at her face. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed, her lips parted, trembling. Now she was more beautiful than ever.“Oh, please, no,” you cry. “Ohmigod.”Sensing she was about to come, I increase my efforts. I poke my fingers. Either way, it doesn’t take long before I feel the tell-tale throbbing, gliding all the way in and out of her as I cum in her again.On the third night she’s laid flat on her back again, but like a starfish, legs splayed as if she’s expecting me. I wonder if, subconsciously, she is. I enjoy fucking her again, taking my time, and admiring her body as it rocks slightly in rhythm with my gentle thrusting. I feel my orgasm building, and increase my pace just a little.Just as it builds to a. ”He looked somewhat pensive. I had a plan I wasn’t going to let it go and it needed to get implemented now. I was going to play a long game. I had knowledge, and it was going to pay for me in the long run.“I understand that I’m 16, and a minor, so my mother has to sign me out. So, if someone could get a hold of her, that would be very appreciated.”“Well, I feel we need to run some more tests. I’m not satisfied with the results that have come back so far.”“That’s all well and good. I’m a minor. . well it seemed like everything, because there was so much I felt ignorant about.I did remember to throw Edwina's casserole in the oven. There was a post-it note on top with the cooking instructions. Probably something 27 year old Cooper would have needed, but a casserole is a casserole for a man my age, so in the oven for an hour at 350. I had some tomatoes and cheese that I had sliced up so I added a few slices of each and a nice ripe orange that I peeled and sectioned, and that was my.