His left eyelid felt sticky, like someone had spilled honey on him. He reached up to touch his forehead and discovered that he couldn't move his arm. ...e could feel his fingers move, but something was holding his arm down."Status Report," his voice sounded into the darkness, sounding dry and hoarse in his ears. He had no idea if his body monitor was working or not. His breathed a sigh of relief when it spoke, its output lead still attached to the bone in his inner ear."Heart Rate – 115 pbm,. . ‘ yes...silence’ she moaned. Stroking my vagina and caressing it. With hot nibbles and bites. Twirl deep inside me her toungue danced. The massage deeper and darker hotter . Layering my vagina in soft kisses and licking me slowly.. stroking deeply. Aunt Kim dove in my vagina suckling me soft and darkly with warm kisses and bites. Locking her toungue to my tip and suckling..slow. ‘ silence’ as the heat from her lips grew hotter. ‘ I want u.’ She whispered. “ your magical..’ She moaned.. ”Well I’m glad you like them, most blokes do.”John turned back round “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look, but I couldn’t help it.””That’s OK, I don’t mind.”John turned back, and faced his computer; he felt all hot and sweaty from nerves. He started to type on his PC, when a hand tugged on his chair and swiveled it around. He moved around to see Holly there, standing about a foot in front of him. He got a smell of her perfume, and looked straight into her eyes. ”Did you like what you saw then?”. Wayne had never seen a family that actually ate around a dining room table. He and his parents usually just ate in the kitchen. But with the Myers’, formality was important. Dale, of course, was at the head of the table, his wife at the foot. Sara and Wayne sat across from each other at the middle.As Sara’s mom began to serve the lasagna, Wayne noticed that Dale was staring at him again, although this time he was looking down where he sat on the chair. He was looking to see if Wayne had.