I wasn’t.I barely touched him with three fingers. His cock isn’t all that long but it’s round and thick. I don’t know about other girls but wi...h me wherever he puts it he fills me. He gasped when I ran the tips of my fingers, barely touching him, over that little rumply good spot on the underside.His balls are wrinkly and rough and Tom loves it when I drag my fingers or even my fingernails across them. I can tell by the way he gasps and draws a breath and holds it. I’d embarrass him if I said. "People always got freaked out when I told them that. They didn't realise most people at the asylum were perfectly fine and none of them were criminally insane. The worst I faced was having to listen to delusions for hours on end. Though the person was usually so passionate you found yourself caught up. It was like listening to an audio fantasy book.Only the doctors, nurses and interns copped crap. To the people in the asylum I was just another one of them who visited on weekends. And as such. She patted her panty covered pussy and said"Thank you very much Dr. Bastereo, I needed that fuck bad since James wouldn't touch me this morning. I'll try to keep your cum in my pussy all day so I can think of you every time a little dribbles out and makes my panties wet." Ahhh, ahh ... well, umm, ... I guess you quite welcome Candace, and I thank you for helping me with a problem I have long had." Dr. Bastereo, you have to start calling me Candy, Candace is the good girl who studies hard and. My Kieran.He sat away from the water, surrounded by it but without contact, his tail swaying softly in time with the little waves. I smiled to myself and stretched, palms turned up to meet the ceiling. I tied a short blue kilt-wrap around my hips and locked the door with a thought pattern on my way out. I made my way quickly through the house. It was a warm day, and the house was cool, much of the thick pile carpets replaced by stone flooring during the summer, but I was eager for Kieran, to.