Pius of the NIP. “He is getting the best possible care. Our number one objective here is to protect Mr. Adams and see that he gets the rest he needs...to recover fully and produce the best apples he can. In thirty days, we’ll be harvesting apples by the bushel and the NIP will begin planting those seeds in fertile fields where more apples will grow. Before long, we will have a regular orchard full of apples.”I grimaced at the release from the director of the NIP. I wasn’t certain if Pius was. Right here. Naked. Pounding her ass. Making her scream.That t-shirt covering up half her ass. I was on one knee, thrusting everything I had into her ass. Her knees, and her one arm. holding her up, was getting wobbly. I was pumping her so hard she was ready to collapse on her stomach...Then she did. On her stomach. I swung my one leg over top of her thighs, pushed them together with my knees, and split her crack right down the middle with my dick disappearing “somewhere” in her body. In her. Charlotte looked at it. It was a black and white drawing of three silhouetted figures, all backcombed hair, short dresses and boots. She looked at the writing underneath. “The Whirling Dervishes?” “I was just messing about with some cover art.” Deirdre blushed. “I like it,” Charlotte grinned. “But more importantly,” she looked at Emma. “Who was the drummer in your band?” It turned out the drummer had been a few years older than them and he’d left a few months ago to go work on the building. "What the hell are you doing in there?" Sara called from the other room."Honestly, I'm not sure! I never thought I would ever fail at showering,"I called back."Well, it sounds like you're fighting someone in there. So calm downbefore I call security!" Sara joked. I started to laugh. This wasridiculous.I decided that closing my eyes was not helping in the slightest. I tookmy shower gel and a sponge and began to lather my body. The shower gelsmelled too strong and i wondered why I hadn't noticed.