A bookshelf full of Chaucer and Dolstevsky lay across one wall, sprinkled with free verse poetry novels and a few notebooks of Victor’s own work. A ...tack of medical textbooks sat on a checkered coffee table next to a rarely used ashtray. Victor’s plans for medical school were fleeting at best, ideas always grabbed him strongly but never stayed for long, and the power of a doctor was simply to much for him to handle. A modest television sat across from a patterned couch, where Emily made herself. Breathing seemed to become a challenge for her as her breath became ragged and labor till the point were she couldn’t even hold her held so it fell on my shoulder. I know I must be right on her spot because of her jerking motions and how that she is biting my collar bone. Her grip fluctuates from holding on to dear life to just having her hands rest on my shoulder. In one final motion I sent her over the edge, sliding my middle finger into her oh so wet pussy making her just gush her juices. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, like some almost religious incantation. From the position of her arm, I guessed that Dee’s thumb and fingers were doubling-up to wreak even greater stimulation upon my wife’s pleasure bud and pussy. The way Jill’s hips were writhing about as she whimpered and moaned told me Dee was giving her a really good going over.Every so often Dee’s hands would leave the area between my wife’s legs and travel upwards to her heaving bosom, cupping, squeezing, rolling. She had also started to move closer and closer to him on the couch until finally she would just plop down right next to him and lay her head on his shoulder. Brian had gotten so used to having Kathleen around now, that when her 18 th birthday had began to get closer, he started to get depressed. He knew that once she turned 18, she would most likely find an apartment and move out on her own. It was something that he couldn’t wait for just 8 months ago, but now, he really wanted her to stay. On.