Ms. Grate ran her fingers though Emily’s short hair, then pulled her up so that Emily could focus on her clit. Emily did as the older woman wanted, ...ircling and rubbing it with her tongue, trying to get the concierge off as quickly as possible.After a few minutes of serious attention to her clit during which time Emily slid two fingers into her pussy to massage her g-spot, Ms. Grate bucked her hips against Emily’s face, squeezing her hard with her hips. Then she sat back with a sigh, pushing. "He stiffened as he listened to the story of yet another strangedisruption in the life of his family. When she was done, he shook hishead."Judith, I believe Miri is telling the truth. I also believe we'rebeing herded, and I don't like it. I feel as if we're sheep beingchased, however gently, down a path by some unknown shepherd."One of her gloves was off, and her hand cupped his cheek with all thegentleness shown in her eyes. "Are you sure the shepherd is unknown?"Her hand dropped from his face. “Not put it into my ass and not the fistingbecause I’m not into that like she is. But I want youto climb on me and put it all the way in. I want asmany orgasms as Oana had. I want you to do me from thefront, too, and the side, and I want to ride you.”“OK,” he said, “but not all in one night. I’m just adwarf, not Superman.”The next night there was another knock on the door. Hewas surprised, because Giselle had told him she was sosore that she. Do you know how long Ihad to work to pay for those?" she screamed, holding pieces of myexploded jeans in her hands.-"Mom I had to, they were uh............" I started to explain. Explain?How was I ever going to explain last night. It couldn't have been real.I'm not sure what Mom said, but her mouth moved over 10 minutes, my earsjust fuzzed out while I tried to figure out what happened. Somehow "Ms.Puke" would know.-Mom was still yelling at me, "and you stay in your damn room until itstime for.