As John woke up, she started questioning him. Was that real? Yes, he said. How come we both had tits? She said. Well, I really like tits, he said. So...you were in control of the whole process? she said. Yes, he said. How come I could feel my pussy as well as my dick? She said. It was my pussy you felt! John said. How does that work? said Sara. I linked our sexual feelings together, so that each of us could feel the other, sort of in the background, so it wouldnt be confusing. I wanted you to. It feels like he was built for me. The head of his dick rubs just right as it pumps in and out of me. It gets me close to cumming very quickly. Which is different than our love making. I have to really work at it to enjoy fucking you. The best part is when he starts getting close, we discuss our feelings for each other. He cums in or on me while telling me how much he loves me. We have talked about how it could have been if we were having unprotected sex like this before he had a vasectomy. He. Colin could hear various voices raised in discontent. He turned to Adele and asked, “Don’t they realise that they’re slaves?”“I haven’t told them,” she replied, “In fact I’ve done my best to ignore them.”“Who’s been the quietest?” asked Colin.“Cells nine and ten have been quiet but they’ve only got a single person in them,” said Adele. “Of those with more than one person in them I’d say eight and eleven have been the quietest. Twelve has definitely been the noisiest.”“Then I’ll start at the far. He loves it when she does that. Slowly, as his hand moves up… and down… he starts to venture over the panty line, feeling the soft fabric of the underwear, which they bought on their latest trip to the lingerie store. She subconsciously notices and starts to stroke up and down the inside of his thigh. It sends shivers deep inside him. He repositions his right leg a little bit to give her better access – this she notices consciously – prompting her to softly touch that bit of skin between his.