I want her to consume me, leaving me spent and wasted, like fresh fruit mauled by a wild animal, then left to rot on the ground. Her hands on my shoul...ers press me back into my seat, owning me.Suddenly she is astride me, her knees on either side of my hips on the seat and her face looming over mine. "Put the seat back," she orders. My hand goes instantly to the control along the door panel, dropping us backward in a rush. She pushes me down by my shoulders and crawls up over me.Now my shoulders. Her other hand moved up under her shirt and found her nipple, squeezing it and sending little shocks through her. She could see him breathing faster now, his tempo increasing, his eyes wide and staring, staring at her. Staring at her as she did this for him.That was what was making it such a delicious thrill. Knowing she was giving this to him. Letting him see her at her weakest and most vulnerable moment. Trusting that he would understand and know that he should only watch.Her fingers were. I could havemeasured more carefully, but it was more fun to hit the 'single-cycle'button again. This time, the paddle just clipped the highest part ofher bottom. I lowered the drum by 3 centimeters and hit'single-cycle' again. This time, it hit (from my viewpoint) the bestspanking part of her fanny.I focused the last camera on her bottom."Carol," I said, "I'm about to start the machine, and then I'll goplay with your sister. I do not know how long I will play with her.If you truly cannot. In my stoned haze, I looked at his buff physique. Jeff was an inordinately good looking man, lithe muscles bulging in a tight tank top, dark hair and darker eyes and intense features, someone who, if he had been born as a woman, most any man would have rated as a "10". He passed me the lit bong. "Here, suck on this." I inhaled deeply, then struggled to suppress a cough and hold the smoke in. Jeff grinned slyly at me. "Another hit. Deeper." I exhaled the smoke and put the water pipe back to my.