The brunette howled, the large device burning her back passage is it slammed back and forth, sending wave after wave of sensation throughout her syste....Feeling even more moisture between her legs, Skye blushed as she realized she had wet herself, staining her pants as a puddle formed around her crotch. And the worst was still yet to come:Stomach bubbling, Skye burped uncontrollably, her abdomen flexing in time. Falling to her elbows, the brunette immediately came again, horrified as her body. One day we did it in every room and every position of the house and I know for sure she would think of me. When it was late and her husband would fix his car I would go on a run and it was cool outside. He would be fixing the car and I would seek in behind him and cup his balls in my hand. He had nice blond hair and when he turned around his blue eyes would light up at the site of me. He greeted me with the same kiss as his son. I walked behind the car with garage door still open he pulled down. It was as if I was having an out of body experience! I could see myself stuffing the cash inside her purse, but I couldn't feel the paper between my fingers. What the fuck am I doing?! What the fuck am I doing?! What the fuck am I doing?! “What are you doing?! Stop that?! For the love of God stop!” I heard her gasp. I only had one thing on my mind at that moment. I needed to get away from my job, from this city, from my life and I needed her to come with me! “Look, I need to get away from here. I try not to look past him. He is doing everything he can to keep me with him. I laugh at a silly joke I have heard a hundred times and as I peer into his eyes I realize I have this man. He is here hoping that he can charm me into an evening of fun, sex, an escape from the boredom of everyday life. The band starts up again and he takes my hand. He leans in and whispers ‘dance with me.’ We start to move on the floor again. I hear the strains of a Van Morrison song, one of my favorites. The.