I was being held in midair as I seemed to be fucking myself on his now rocklike dick, giving it every ounce of lust I had. His mouth found its way to ...y tits and latched onto one biting down hard on it. I gave a cry of pleasure as he hit what I liked and continued shoving my hips forward to fuck myself.From his face I could tell he wasn't getting the least bit tired but he was close to coming. "Tell me when you are about to shoot." I whispered into his ear as he gave one last shove at my now. I squeezed her arms.She sighed, "Please hold me."I lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. With her back to me, I could pat and pet and stroke her. She liked me to rub her scalp and run my fingers in her hair. She would murmur approval, then stop, and cry again. I cuddled her like Sharon, touching as much of her as I could until she dropped off to sleep. I don't think she had slept much in the past few days. After I was sure that she was asleep, I started back to my bed.She put her arm. A red almost matching the cherry floor on one, a clear transparent urethane on the other. I propped them against the wall and stood, moving back to get a better look."These two," I said, pointing to the light wood stain and the cream coloured paint, the first two that had caught my eye. "The varnished fir might be too light, especially if we go with the natural wood doors and stain them. We'd never get the dark red to look exactly like the floor, so it wouldn't work. Of all of them, I like the. Herriman interrupts them both. Right! Master Blooregard, Master Mac, precede upstairs for the remainder of the night. For this incident you will not be allowed to attend the Bi-Annual Midnight Picnic & Firework Imaginary Friend Festival. Bloos eyes grow wide in shock. WAIT! But thats only twice a year! I cant miss it! PLEASE!!! Well, you should have thought of that before you decided to run amok throughout the house. Dejected, the two walk up the stairs as Herriman instructed. They pass.