Him lying on top of me, gently opening my legs before he joined our bodies. Silencing my cries with his kiss as he thrust inside of my wetness over an... over again.Tempting but dangerous because after all my mom was still home though her mind was clearly elsewhere.CARLTONI sat in the living room of my apartment drinking down one last shot before hitting the sack. I couldn't stop thinking of what it'd been like to finger fuck Tiffany on the hood of my car. It'd just been a matter of getting her. Her PA had met him at Reception and escorted up to her office, and of course she had kept him waiting for 30 minutes, before sending for him. He went into her office, she was sat not at her desk but in high chair at a low table, she didn’t stand but just told John to take a seat. She was using all the tricks, her chair higher than the other, giving her the higher ground, making John look up to her, but John didn’t sit down, instead, having previously decided his actions, and if it didn’t work. Aunt Riley was getting by just fine without my help, and Jessie—You’re running away from it.—was better off without a useless brother like me. I selected “no” again.There was no third prompt.Since I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, I walked aimlessly around my small coastal Florida town of Navarre taking pictures of whatever happened to catch my attention. I’d like to say they were the best pictures I’d ever taken. To say that before my death a miracle occurred and I captured my last. With her eyes closed, her other senses came into focus, and as her mind searched for comfort on this long ride she relaxed into the rhythm of the buses movements. The constant, unrelenting hum of the engine which seemed to permeate throughout the bus was no longer the noise it was when she was more awake. As her daydream became stronger, with her eyes closed, the bus slowly faded a little more into the background. She became more and more aware of the warmth growing between her legs. She.