I put a hand down and can feel the moisture dripping out and down onto his balls. I slide two fingers inside of my pussy. I want to feel his cock thro...gh the walls of my vagina, fucking my ass. Bryan is watching me with his mouth hanging open. I grab his hand and ask him if he wants to feel something fantastic. "Slide two of your fingers in with mine. You can feel the motion of your cock as it thrusts in and out." He happily slides his two fingers in my pussy, joining my two already there. "Can. You decide, Mark. Do I go left, right, or up or down a level?”“Uh, if I were trapped in a maze ... I think I’d want to be on top of things. Go up.”“You got it, up it is.”Mark asked Emily as she climbed, “Still lots of side rooms?”“Oh yeah, tons. And we’re finding such odd supplies in them too, precious metals, board games, a number of bathrooms, just about everything except food. And oh yeah, this is something I already toldFatimaabout. About fifteen minutes ago we found an archery room, bows,. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer to his concerns. When he turned on his computer, there was an email from her titled, ‘Hope I didn’t scare you away’. He quickly opened the message and found a few simple lines. ‘I can’t believe I actually said that last night. It was just such a great evening, and I was so comfortable with you. I guess you know what I have been thinking lately. You have been so patient with me. I just want everything to be perfect. I think the time is. I’m relating the story to you, because my own experience was nothing similar, yet I’ve had tons of jealousy, wishing, really, that mine could have been like his. Not exactly like his. I guess the intensity of it, you know. Why he was so intimate in his telling of details, I’ll really never know. I think it’s just an aspect of close friendship. Everyone needs someone to talk to sometimes, and I don’t think he had anybody else he trusted. I’m going to paraphrase a little here, but I’ll relate the.