Soon his arms and legswere gone and he was squirming on the floor in a blind panic."Oh god!" he screamed. "What the hell is happening to me?" he crie...trying desperately to make sense of what was going on.Serena slowly walked over to the squirming man and bent down so that shewas face to face with him. "Shhhh," she said tauntingly, "pocketpussies don't talk."With that she grabbed his checks and squeezed forcing his lips open.Despite his best efforts Bruce could do little but squirm and rage.. Most of all, he longed to hear his partner's formerly aloof and uptight wife begging for more of his throbbing male flesh, imploring him to still the fires that he suspected raged through her healthy young body."I'm not hurting you, am I?" he repeated when there was no response to his first question. "I don't want to hurt you, honey."The dark-haired young man set the bottle of Merthiolate down on the coffee table, but an instant later his left hand was back on the warm softness of the young. She was reading it loud and clear. The fierceness of their kissing slowed to gentle tongue-twirling as they embraced, her hands locked around his waist, his hands fondling her hips. She loosened her grip and let her hands slide to his ass, then slid a finger between his buttocks… ‘Uh-uh, exit only, remember?’ he whispered as he swung her body around and planted her against the back wall of the shower stall. She pretended to be stunned, but her sparkling eyes and hungry grin told him that she. ” “Suit yourself.” He approached me and suddenly reached out and grabbed my tits with both hands. I screamed and slapped him; giggling, he ran from the room. The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully. At around seven, my friend Jenny called me and told me that her parents were out of town so she was throwing a party over at her house. I didn't want to go too badly, but I decided I needed to get away from the house and my Ryan-related troubles. So later that night, I walked over to Jenny's,.