You should stop trying to interfere. Youmight muck things up.I just need to understand what's going on, she countered to herself. Emmaneeds to trust m.... She needs to know I'm telling the truth. And ... so doI. I need to know I'm not going mad. Is that so wrong?The question hung in the air. Her thoughts started to become a bit fuzzy...Mandy gave her head a shake. Had she nodded off? She went back to herlaptop.She had several e-mails from Sam and Peter, and also one from Gemma,checking everything. "What do I want? Why, bitch, I want you. I'm gonna rip you a new pussy, bitch." I grabbed a handful of the thin baby-doll pajamas she was now wearing and gave a yank. With little resistance, there was a ripping sound as the flimsy cloth tore and fell to the floor, leaving her bare heavy breasts exposed to my stare.I grabbed one and squeezed mercilessly and watched her cringe and cry softly."Please, please don't hurt me," she pleaded again. "I'll give you whatever you want. Just don't hurt me.". Sharon and I stood behind them, close enough to brush sides and thighs from time to time. Small jolts of electricity seemed to shoot up me whenever we did. She was wearing the same skirt. Was that pantyhose or stockings underneath? I wondered if I'd be able to feel the difference through our clothes.The Trivial Pursuit game lasted a lot longer than I'd expected. Despite my nailing most of the science and nature questions and Jeff snagging the history questions, we continually got bad draws on. She looked down at me, put her hands on her hips and an odd look came across her face as she fucked herself. She turned around to look at my fist, slowly but noisily stroking my wet shaft. “Good boy,” she whispered. “I’m gonna give you a special treat.” She lifted up off the dildo, rose to her knees and unfastened the straps. She pulled the strap on off me and tossed it aside. She turned around, facing my feet, and planted her pussy directly on my mouth. I took my cue and drove my tongue into.