Actually it was Cynthia's left mule falling from above and tumbling down the stairs. Her left foot was on the bannister with her toes curled up and he... nails digging into the paint. She was wearing no underwear under her denim skirt and my cock was already digging deep into her pussy. It was morning and the screaming had begun real early. "Oooooooh", she moaned, "oh, yes. Just like that. Right there. Aaaaaaaaaah.. With sound came a terrible headache.The voice was nearby, and by the words he spoke, I suspected I had been hijacked into the body of some kind of political appointee or assistant, but that was just a quick guess."Governor? Governor??" Whoever it was then spoke into a radio or walkie-talkie. "The Governor has been injured. Bring up the ambulance and emergency medical people. Roger-Two, clear the road so we can get the ambulance out of here. All State Police units, converge to create some space. Her hips bucked and her heels dug into the bed as the sensations flowed through her, until she knew more pressure between her legs would hurt. She stopped his hand, gasping for breath, and then pulled it from her panties. She rolled to give him a long, open-mouthed kiss of both gratitude and because she just loved kissing this boy.“Wow,” she panted.“Yeah,” he said, a silly grin on his face.Doing this with Megan had been completely different than his experiences with Margie. Margie had fought. There was a dialogue box near her that read, "Some of us have guys we like so much that we let them fuck us for free. Like my Petey, for example. But the people on this page have earned our respect across the board. These people can fuck any of us, in whatever way they want, completely and totally free forever. All they have to do is ask, and we'll drop our panties for them anytime, anywhere, for any reason. Treat us nice, and you may become part of this exclusive clientelle." There were five.