Ayesha: Good Night, Mr. wet pants(giggling)Me: That’s so mean.I switched off my reading light and pretended to go off to sleep. Ayesha too was just ...retending to doze off, and this went on for a long time. I didn’t realize that I actually slept. Suddenly I felt something on my dick. Soon I realize it’s Ayesha’s hand I can’t believe that she is actually stroking my dick from under the blanket. I unbutton my pants and give her access to my underwear. She slides it down with her fingers and slowly. The tight heat... Was she...? Nelson lost it, in a whole-body experience surrounded by squeezes that milked him and drained his mind downward, mouth open and slack drooling at the corners, back alternately arched up and collapsed. He tried to say something, forgot how to make words, and fell into the greater warm darkness waiting to clasp him to its breast. Nelson blinked, his eyelids sticky. There was light. Of course, why shouldn't there be light? He turned his head, and there was Miri,. "Gloria said she was going for theblack cat pumpkin look." Nobody going for the haunted house look," asked Paula."We saved it for you to do." Jane smiled. "I thought you'd likeit." That was sweet of you." Paula smiled. "It would have beenembarrassing if we had two the same." Have you decided on a costume for the party?" Paula asked. "It'sbeen years since we dressed up." I got a coconut bra, hula skirt, rainbow wristlet and flowerheadband picked out." Jane smiled as she took a picture of her. Pat grinned and looked at her sister. "Not really. Can't you tell?"Finding Pat and Megan uninterested in Haute Couture, the two future clothes horses sauntered back to their seats, and Pat decided to visit the heads. When Pat returned to their row, she and Henry switched seats so she could sit with Megan and watch the same romantic comedy on the entertainment set. Henry pulled out a book from his satchel bag and began to read, and all three quickly became lost in their respective little.