Ass was tight enough that I was sure I could bounce a quarter off it. Maybe Jess would let me try someday.“So,” I said, eyes narrowed, “is this ...s voluntary, Brent and I can get dressed again?”Emma narrowed her eyes as well.“Sure, if Brent never wants to get laid again and if you want Jess to punish the hell out of your ass for disobeying,” she replied.“That doesn’t sound very voluntary,” I grumbled but without being able to control my smirk. Emma shrugged. “Potato, po-tah-toe.”Mike was left. Those eyes. Blazing now with Heaven alone knew what.Again he questioned her. Where do you come from? What on earth are you doing out here? The girl looked at him. Mesmerising him. Shaking his head to break away from her gaze, he realised that he too was saturated and the rain was still falling. In a moment he decided to take the girl to the police. They’ll know what to do with you – come on. She followed him to his car. As the car approached the Police Station, he suddenly slowed down. He’d had. But she could never tell Marge about those dreams.“Sometimes. You have been in my dreams occasionally for as long as I have known you.”“That’s sweet. Thank you.” She gave each nipple an extra tug. “Tell me about the most recent one.”Kathleen gasped. She couldn’t describe that one. It was too lurid. In that dream, Marge had Kat tied spread eagle between two poles. Nipple clamps were pinching her tender little buds. And Marge alternated between whipping her and pushing a huge dildo deep inside. "That was quick, honey." I'm ready, ready right now," Jack grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger down the valley between the high-set firm white breasts. He never stopped marvelling at how magnificent they were, especially considering how small the girl was in height. She was barely five three, but the parts that mattered were enough for any man. Her face was.