Instead, once I realized his hand was coming toward me I opened my legs right up. He slipped a finger right in. I was really wet. I closed my eyes ...nd moaned when he started Frenching me again while he fingered me. “See, he whispered. You want it. “We can’t do anything else, I whispered back. Kyle might wake up. I opened my legs a little wider and turned toward him. You can finger me some more. Okay? Then I need to go to sleep. “His response was to roll on top of me and start grinding. Her head was now bobbling about, her arms hung limply from her body, hanging toward the floor, like her legs. Her wail was punctuated with breaks with each thrust forward. Her body had been shaking through waves of pleasure, peaking and waning, and peaking yet again.The sound of a heavy wet scrotum slapping against a bare lower belly accented each thrust. His knees bent, his hips shifted lower, his stance broadened as his ultimate explosion of pleasure neared. Her feet rose to rest on the. "And I was, to start with as I eased back gently and pushed on in with aslittle force as I could get away with. I built up a gentle rhythm: arocking motion almost, hugging her to me so that she couldn't pull awaywhen I thrust forward. Then after seven or eight gentle thrusts I felther relax and that relaxation spread to her abdominal muscles: she wasstill tight but her bowel had stopped trying to evict its lovinginvader.Another dozen or so more thrusts later and I begun to use my right handto. She looked angry. I held up my hands, a plea for time. She sat back down, but she glared."The American people have long held the medical profession in the highest esteem and rightly so. Years ago, family physicians made house calls, delivered countless babies in bedrooms, saved countless lives from sickness and pretty much wiped out serious diseases. We owe our health and our lives to your profession. We have been trained over the past generations to trust our doctors implicitly, without.