Yuri must have taught the place in my brain something or watching The Flash TV show. I’m moving at a regular speed to me, but everything else is mov...ng in slow motion.She didn’t even have time to decide because Sherry decided she needed to come to thirty-six’s rescue. With only thirty-six’s panties close at hand, I skimmed them off her and pushed her back onto a couch covered by what appeared to be a relatively clean sheet. I pulled enough energy out of her so that she wasn’t going anywhere. For example, I do live with my wife, Lydia, in a town somewhere along the Atlantic seaboard within 150 miles of the coast between New York City and Wilmington, North Carolina. If you happen to live in some town or city somewhere in that geographic area of the country I could meet you anywhere in a town or city you might designate and I would always be able to get there within a maximum of 4 to 6 hours of driving time from where I live. You could then designate a town or city and a hotel/motel. " Angel says again. Her voice so small I step closer, getting behind her and rubbing my hard cock on her ass. She moans and pushes back on my jean covered cock. "Yes I want your tight hole lubed and ready for my 8 inch dick." I smack her ass and she jumps, her own cock dangles down between her legs. My hand snakes down and I touch someone else's cock for the first time. She moans again and I want to hear her moaning more. I touch her like I want to be touch. My thumb rubs the back of her balls. There was no doubt now that those two did have their moment of intimacy, both physical and emotional, just as we had ... and just as Nicky and I had. There were multiple bonds forming at once, and that was perfectly fine with me. Judging from the look of vicarious joy on Chelsea's face, it was okay with her, too.We lay there for a moment or two longer, as Chelsea put her head on my chest, her frosty façade forgotten for now. Her hair felt soft to the touch as I ran my fingers through it,.