Rubbing at the walls of her pulsing channel, he found a thicker rough spot on the upper wall. He rubbed curiously at that spot, noting that her moans ...ot louder and her thrusts grew stronger.His rubbing at her newly discovered g-spot along with the suction on her clitoris caused Elaina to have her strongest orgasm yet. She came so hard that fluid rushed past his fingers and splashed his chin and chest. She gripped his hair like a lifeline and screamed to wake the dead. Suddenly, her whole body. ”“Yes, it fucking well will,” insisted Arabella. “You’ve not had a cock up your bum, so how would you know? Look, come here and I’ll suck you, then I’ll give you that tit-wank you always said you wanted. And you can fuck me, Alan.”“Oh Jesus, yes,” muttered Alan, while Dave reluctantly accepted he wasn’t going to get his cock up Arabella’s arse this time. There was a bit of shuffling about, which ended with Arabella on her back with Dave straddling her chest, his erection bobbing in front of her. Mum was still pushing to learn what was bothering me, but I remained obdurate. She'd learn soon enough, but I wanted to talk to dad first – and possibly to one or two others. Rachel got her distracted by talking about the art museum and mum gave her their member cards. Dad was being relatively silent and observant. We enjoyed ourselves, left before 2200, but I reconfirmed my Tuesday morning with dad.The next morning saw us at the museum. There was no queue at all for the MoMA show from New. "I see a man," began the waitress. "I see a man who's been hurt. He's beentrampled down pretty hard. Betrayed -- not just random hurt, but somethingcalculated. That's usually the hardest kind of pain to heal from ... ifyou ever do heal from it."The woman's face flushed red, but she did not speak."I see somebody who's confused," continued the waitress. "But not aboutjust the obvious. It's not in your clothes ... it's ... it's in your eyes.In your posture, the way you nervously twist and fidget.