Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I could taste the sweet liqueur she had been drinking. Her expensive perfume filled my nostrils and I felt my reso...ve crumbling. Fingers pressed my hand against something warm and soft. "Can you feel how wet I am?" she asked huskily. I could indeed feel moistness. "You’re responsible," she continued and pressed my hand harder into her sex. "Finger me," she ordered. I could feel my prick growing thicker by the second and felt her thigh pressing against. I’m not dead yet. I think I’ll go for a walk. Nonsense, you’ll be stone dead in a moment. Stone dead — heh. Two points, two flats, and a packet of gravel. I’ll raise you this boulder I’m laying on. Checkmate, honey — beat you at your own damn game. This heat really is ridiculous. It’s like Satan’s fucking breath. I could do one of those ‘this is your brain on drugs’ commercials without the egg right now. At least I’ve stopped sweating. That’s probably not a good thing, come to think of it. What. Emily wondered if it really was true that the fatal injection given to pets that resisted their owners really did produce 30 minutes of excruciating pain before the pet died? Oh, well, that's not something that she had to be concerned about with George. He was as gentle as they came.Wow, she needed more exercise, too. She was pooped from that walk around the block, but she saw that George was still raring to go. Well, she hoped that he was perked up enough to give her a real ride in bed. )So she asked me to WhatsApp the pics and gave me her number. So when I was sending the pictures, I accidentally sent her one of the cleavage pics of my classmate. Then she replied to me saying…Her-so this was what you were upto.? Taking pics of cleavages…?I was starting to feel scared if she’d complain or something.Me-No ma’am. That was just an accident.She-don’t act like you don’t know anything.Me-seriously. I don’t know how it came there.She-Don’t lie or I’ll complain.Me-sorry ma’am. I was.