I kept repeating this process and she climaxed again. Eventually she dropped her knees and was gasping for breath. I crept upward toward her, kissing ...er stomach until I got to her chest, (Still covered in her t-shirt) and looked into her eyes. They were watery, from being exhausted from having her first two orgasms. She smiled weakly at me, and put her hands at either side of my face, I could tell what she wanted, so I leant on my elbows and pulled myself up. I kissed her once on her lips,. Helen awoke about ten mins later and found herself nude tied spread eagle to her big four poster bed.her head ached and her face burned like fire.She shouted hey hey Katie where are you? Katie stuck her head in the bedroom door.. yes whore did you want something? What the fuck is going on untie me so I can kick the shit out of you.Katie laughed at her Mom you think so huh?Keep your mouth shut or I will gag you as well Whore! Katie shut the door and walked out her Mom started shouting again. . . well . . . until I got lucky.Earlier in the summer:My best friend and next-door neighbor Chris called, as I was climbing into bed."Hey man! Do you have a second?" I was tired, but said, "What's up?" My sister has a favor to ask. Hold on!"I could hear the phone being shuffled and then Daisy Davis's voice, "Hi, Peter. Long time!" Hi, Daisy. Welcome home!" It's just a quick trip, but it's always fun to catch up. I have a favor to ask. My Dad gave me his old laptop and I was wondering if you. He was tall, dark, and handsome with black hair and dark brown eyes. He had a perfect, dimpled smile and a strong, muscular body. ‘I’m Ian. Ian Mathison.’ He introduced himself to me. ‘I’m Lynette. Lynette Adler.’ I said to him. ‘Nice to meet you, Lynette.’ He replied as he kissed my hand. ‘So what brings you to the Metro Museum?’ He asked. ‘I’m here for the Rubens exhibit. Rubens is one of my favorite painters. I work over at the Guggenheim Museum, but I don’t tell them that.’ I replied. ‘I.