“Okay! Time to expel that water.” I sat up on my stool and tried to catch my breath. I looked over to find Hannah squatting near the barre and hol...ing on to a lower railing. Carly was squatting similarly behind her, rubbing Hannah’s belly with oil. Marisa ushered me over to the barre opposite Hannah and had me squat in a similar position, crouching behind me as well. During my soothing massage and orgasm I had barely felt the cramps in my belly, but once the endorphins started to wear off they. The diary is evidence we simply cannot refute, so our whole case is built around proving that the you that is Margaret Brenner couldn’t have been present when it was happening, because your body was being co-opted by another personality. Dr. Milton is going to help us with that, and I think Harley is on board as well.”Aunt Margie, growing more anxious by the second, grabbed my arm and asked, “But what if we can’t prove it, Marty? Does that mean I’ll have to go to jail?”“I wouldn’t worry about. "Sure thing, Harriet" said the first lady policeman, gripping Veronica so hard and immovably that she could not break free no matter how desperately she struggled - and the terrified girl struggled with all her might. Harriet interposed her body between Veronica and the handful of onlookers and then deftly punched her very, very hard in the solar plexus, causing her struggles to cease immediately! Veronica was engulfed with an avalanche of pure and unalloyed pain of a strength and intensity. Mmmm! They say a picture of beauty can speak a thousand words of pleasure…Well every time a picture of you comes into my mind…damn I find myself getting lost in so much pleasure and desire…that without hesitation I feel my dark cock getting excited for you…Wanting you, needing you…and when you’re not here I find myself touching myself for you…I get lost in the realms of wanting my lips pressed against your lips…as our tongues begin to explore the hidden pleasure zones…Damn just sitting here.