I never had any PTSD symptoms which made the post-op psych evaluators somewhat frustrated as they had difficulty accepting that. To me, it was the sam... as getting some eggs at the store as far as I was concerned - and nobody gets PTSD from buying eggs.Meanwhile, back to the lady friend who was a sweet 16 brunette who loved to fuck and we did - a lot - not that I was any great shakes at it except for being eager as hell. Well, she arranged for us to spend some time at her cousin’s apartment. So, your flirting with Mary Cecile makes Agnes the angriest, which causes me to spend even more time with Sister Agnes.” She tented her hands, looked deeply into my eyes, and said, “I need you to service Sister Kathleen and Sister Mary Celeste for me, Toby.”She reached inside her other sleeve and pulled out another hanky then another. These two are permeated with Kathleen’s and Mary Celeste’s scents. Smell one.”I sniffed it and found it to be slightly more redolent than Sister Agnes’. “Sniff. "Once we reverse polarity and pop the slip bubble, we won't be able to come back for you. Ever!" I know. You and Kyle will carry my love out with you. I can't go myself." Are you part of the Equalist team that's smuggling Kyle into the slip-ship?" Uh... I can't say..." Ah... Sorry..." Hey! That's okay." Isabelle smiled."I feel so loved Isabelle! You have contacts with a secret Equalist society I had no idea even existed. I feel so loved, that all these unknown people would risk their lives for. She was tighter. I went slow but soon the sensation was to good to control myself and got carried away. Picked up the pace and was pumping her hard. Her wetness was still there coating my shaft right to my pubic. Kept going and going like a Duracell bunny. Few minutes later, her wetness became creamy. It was a nice mushy feeling that i yearned for. A minute followed, i removed my shaft as she flipped around and my load flew out like a bullet landed on her chin. Followed by waves and waves of.