We laid still for what felt like ages while I recovered from my orgasm. When I started pulling out, Lisa grabbed my hip and stopped me. “Please sta...y in me, it feels nice”, she begged. I liked the idea of hugging her so intimately so I obliged, pushing back into her. I nuzzled my face into the back of her neck to give little kisses and wrapped my arm around her so I could press her against me. Our feet rubbed together and I slowly caressed her body all over. Eventually, my erection faded and. Each inward thrust elicits a moan, and each outward pull only provides a split second to recover. The machine has taken over me again, I am now a slave to it. I beg of it to make me cum, but it refuses to. If only Brian were here. He would finger me again, or rub my tits, or even fuck me in the ass for some double penetration action, but for now all I have is the machine. The hum of the machine, which was previously a background noise, now grows to take over my hearing. The machine is speeding. ”“Cool,” Joan responded. Rachel was just staring.“Oh, uh ... these are my girlfriends, Rebeca with one c, Rachel, and Joan. Ladies, this is Desiree Whitcomb. I ... uh ... guess ... we’ve known each other...” Hell! What was I going to say? Since 1957?“We went to Dorsett Junior High together the past two years. He didn’t notice me any more then than he has since the first week of school this year. That was when he noticed I’d sprouted these.” Desi wiggled herself to better display the vast. . it's called . . ." Funiculaireville?" I said smiling - yes, I knew that accent was familiar. "How's Janet?" You're quick. I'm sorry to say that I don't personally know Mrs. Jones, but we are aware of your . . . interaction with Tania." She was smiling as she said this and so I understood that she was okay with my actions."So what's the story about Wendy?" I asked her."There are some signs of abuse, it's mainly mental but there is a degree of physical abuse as well." She said watching me.