.. and then, I stopped pushing him away – opening my lips, letting his tongue explore the depths of my mouth freely.Seeing that I was not fighting h...m, he became more aggressive. He moved his body so his legs straddled mine, pushing my dress up to expose my naked thighs. He was on top of me, holding my hands down beside my head as he pressed his hard cock against my hot pussy, through his rough jeans. His kisses became bolder. I was breathless. I was about to lose control of myself. I wanted to. I wasn't the one who was going to alert the Hendersons that something untoward was going on in our tent. She was, and I got this terrible feeling it was going to be like a tornado warning siren in our tent very soon if I didn't do something. She realized it too, because both of her hands came to slap over her mouth and, even in the dark, I could see the whites of her eyes as some unseen tiger grabbed her in its jaws and shook her.The whining/squealing/grunting/gasping/screaming noises. Then push gently, I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.’I brought my feet right up to my buttocks and raised myself up to meet his cock. He tried to push it in but no luck, so he started to poke his fingers in, stretching the muscles a little, as he had last night. He tried again with his cock and this time the head started to go in. I grimaced in pain and he stopped immediately – I was glad he could see my face – when I nodded, he pushed again, and this time got further in. He pulled out and. The hidden perks were amazing.The night shift gives out most of the drugs so I had ready access to anything I wanted. I think using is stupid, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't let someone else fuck up. I learned right away that sedating most of these fools was the best way to go. That's standard psychotherapy. Someone drops off a raving loonie and the next time they see the jerk he's calm as can be. People think progress was made and of course the patient is real easy to take care of when he.