She blinked and focused, forcing her eyes to work better. Caine was pulling himself out of a Caine-shaped hole in the wall, extracting himself from sp...intered wood and crumbling plaster with an angry scowl on his face. He met her eyes while rubbing the back of his head. ”You alright?” he asked. It took her longer than it should have to register what the words meant. She nodded and it made her vision swim. “I think I hit my head,” she said, still feeling a bit distant from her own body. She. I hear a sound come from you and look up to see your eyes turn up until I can see the whites as a kind of feline moan escapes from your open mouth. You take in a deep gasp of air as you raise your pelvis from him again, revealing once more his rock-hard prick, this time bathed in your copious pussy-juices. Again, you lower yourself onto him, this time taking him in completely so that his balls are pressing up tightly against your cunt lips. It’s then that I feel a cool hand on my painfully. "Well maybe for souvenirs, but no." Her gaze went back to the hairbrush. She lifted it, heavier than she thought. She raised it and brought it down on her palm. The smack startled her. Well, if it's too much, I guess I can always be on the giving side of it, she thought, and took the hairbrush. Walking slowly down the dark hallway, she saw a strip of light coming out from under the door, obviously from candles by the way it flickered. Laura paused outside the door, taking a deep breath. "So. The shorts I wore showed my quickly stiffening cock off, it was pointless trying to hide it, so I made sure she knew the effect she was having on me. Jean didn’t move, her tongue slowly licked her lips as I walked over to her, she looked like something out of a 1970’s porn movie, she had her right hand between her legs, slowly working her pussy. I stood over her, watching, her top was open wider, showing me her breasts heaving inside her bra. ‘is there something you’d like me to do Jean?’ Jean.