He turned around to face me and I was right there. He reached down taking my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever to gently. He took my hand and ...ed me over to the chaise lounge. I felt like I was hypnotized. I could feel myself getting wet already with just that first soft kiss. I wanted more, lots more, and I was pretty sure that I was going to get it.When we got to the lounge, he pulled my top off and started kissing me softly, then harder and deeper. He pulled me into his hard firm. I said to her that I needed the fucken tube out my dick and that I am well enough to walk to the bathroom that was about 7 steps away.She said that she will consult with the doctor and left the room.After she left, I had to know what was going on down there and ... I will skip the details but it was painful and felt nasty.Few minutes later she came back to inform that I can remove the tube,With a smile on her face she says, "So… Are you ready? "I said to get that shit out! She uncovers my. Her hips writhed against his hand, trying to find pressure on her clit as well. A third finger worked its way in and she didn’t scream but she moaned in pleasure, She grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth to stifle her moans of pleasure.. One finger rubbed while the other two circled the inner lining of her pussy. When the fourth arrived, she let out a massive muffled moan. Stretched full, it was obvious that she could feel my knuckles around the sensitive skin of her hole."Ready?" I. The woman’s hands are clenched into ambiguous fists. Winston studies the screen. In the original photograph his come can be seen in her cunt, but he is not certain it has scanned. It doesn’t really matter. The woman has obviously just been fucked and is positioned to be penetrated again, though this time by eyes and minds and imaginations. The prepared Email list contains nine entries, anonymous code names or numbers he has made contact with at various sites on the Internet. His hand moves over.