I looked into your eyes and in my imagination it was your cock inside me. I fucked myself until i felt the walls of your pussy clench. I began to gasp...and moan i was so close. "Master, may i cum?" No cunt you may not."Sighing, i held it in. Juices ran off my fingers onto the chair. My legs began to shake, breathing became ragged. Across the table your eyes watching your good cunt obey your demands."Cum cunt." Thank you master." And i came. I nearly fell out of my chair. "Fuck yes, yes master. ” That was a feasible answer, she thought. “Who is making it? Where is it being made?” “In Lincoln.” “Lincoln! But that’s 600 miles away!” “That’s home, Ginny. That’s where we live.” Ginny had thought that when her memory had been jogged, everything would come rushing back. But she felt nothing. She looked from him to her neighbour in confusion. “It doesn’t make sense to me. Why would I be here if I lived in Lincoln? Why would I have traveled 600 miles from home?” Her neighbour’s fluorescent. Once we got over the ‘Holy fuck I’m kissing another guy’ phase we started to fondle each other and steadilly get more excited. As we hugged and explored each other I noticed a big bulge in Gary’s pants. Feeling his massive erection made me want to take charge. Or should I say my penis addiction took charge. As I dropped to my knees I unzipped Gary’s pants. Reaching past his shorts I almost lost an eyeball when his long eight inch boner popped out. ‘What do we have here!’ I teased. Taking Gary’s. ‘I’ll fucking kill him!’ she declares, still holding my head to the side. ‘Does it hurt?’ she asks with worry, sticking her finger into what I figure must be the developing bruise on my right temple. ‘OW!!’ I yell. ‘It does when you do that!!’ I tell her as I punch her and force her away from me. At that Abbie giggles, but her delight in my return still doesn’t change the fact that she’s mad. ‘So who the fuck did it?’ she demands, but I just sigh and shake my head. ‘Forget about it, okay? It’s.