A satisfaction he isn’t ready to let me have. Matt would rip his lips away from mine and force his knee against me harder, lifting my feet from the...floor, leaving me suspended in agonizing pleasure. I feel his teeth abrade the soft skin of my breasts as he bites off the buttons of my blouse, seeing that for once my large breasts are not encased in their usual bra, but something lacy and sexy, something that is low to the point of being obscene. Matt would use his teeth to gently tug at my. I glared in her direction, but her unhappy expression when she looked at Anders was motherly, not angry. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt until I knew exactly what had happened.It was a slow process, but we made it out the door, and across the small spit of land to the dock where the boat waited for us. Aedan and Alistair had to assist Anders climbing the gangplank, but he patently refused to be carried, and I couldn't blame him. The light seemed to bother him, so we hurried into. After all, while strange men didn't necessarily like her in the usual sense, they liked dick-stabbing her precisely because she was such a disgraceful fuck-pig.As it is and should be of all true sluts, though, that aroused her, even more when Thad thrust his hand inside her left bra cup and remarked, 'You can take it as insult - if you want - for me to say your cow-bags aren't a lot to write home about, although they'll do in a tight pinch,' - and he grinned into the tottie's eyes as he pinched. To be honest with you, I totally lose track of what day of the week it is, and usually have to be reminded.Sunday, May 28, 1848Ed: Day 25 - On the Oregon TrailAnother good day. We even managed to sleep a little late. After breakfast, Sam organized a swimming/bathing party for this afternoon.Mark made sure that everyone spent some time working on their wagons. I talked with him about the next major river crossing. He said we'd cross the South Platte at the Brule Crossing and that from the looks.