Her pelvis started to hump my fingers as I continued to go in and out of her pussy. I then found her G spot as I squeezed my middle and index finger t...ward the palm of my hand in her pussy repeatedly. She was splashing the water as her butt went up and down and she announced, “Oh God Uncle Stan I am going to CUMMM!” She arched her back to where her whole pelvis was out of the water. She held it there as I continued to rub her G spot in her vagina with my two fingers. She let out a loud. .. why tonight?" What you just told me," Dex answered. "Those were my exact thoughts as I tried to cover Megan. I would rather die myself because I couldn't stand the guilt if she did. Ever since my mother died, I have felt guilt - I should have been able to stop it. I was supposed to be protecting her, and I couldn't." Elise, my first thought was that you were wrong to feel that way. Those other deaths weren't your fault. You shouldn't feel guilty because you couldn't stop them. Then it hit me. “It's done. Extraction complete.” She nodded at the voice, then followed the instructions. She went to the bus stop and crossed her arms and legs, left over right. She slid her sunglasses like as if she was too cool to be without, and waited. She didn't wait long, as a black van pulled into the bus stop area. Nada fingered her knife in its sheath as the door opened. She knew the face that opened the van's side door for her. It was her savior, the man who helped her survive and recover from her. He was physically attractive, sure, but what really got to them was his mind and his power. He was a professor, young compared to his colleagues, just 30 when he started his new job at my college. It was my first semester too and our mutual newness is what first brought us together. We became instant friends, sharing everything from lunches to our deepest secrets. I discovered he was in an unhappy marriage but could not leave because of his daughter. She was six. The same age he was when his.