Her stomach responded with a long-stretched growl. It was high time to fortify the inner woman!Pushing away all reservations she had, Anna grabbed the... cutlery and attacked. The tennis star let herself go like she would never allow herself under normal circumstances. She wolfed down the pasta, barely giving herself time to chew the meatballs. The little available wine was gone before she even *realized* how lavishly the cook had used his tabasco and Spanish peppers. All and everything was. They ached. Watching the clouds drift along,she concentrated on the sensations he was generating inher.He removed his finger sliding in and out of her, squeezedup closer to her, and she felt the inside of his thighspressing against the outside of her thighs, and the tipof his hard-on start to poke around her opening. Usinghis free hand to help, she felt him find his target andpush himself in a couple of inches. He sensed the warmthand wetness around the tip of his cock and paused.He always. My spare hand smoothing at my newfound bump. Its occasional inconsiderate squishing bringing small gasps to my lips. The tremulous expectation. Waiting. Pleading. Hopeful.Betty squats. Tectonic plates collide sending tremors racing through my tensed muscles. The scope scans across to find Beth's face consumed in distant concentration. I can feel a small magma seepage burning through the cracks in my epidermis. Droplets, warm and reassuring, escaping the tight channel of my urethra to trickle. As he exited, a scene of two of him together double teaming me washed through my mind. My entire body shivered in fantasy. Oh the methods two of him could come up with to tame me.-Wednesday morning broke into my eyes with a particularly glary sun and noisy alarm. Ean mumbled a bit and seemed to fall back asleep. He didn’t look to be much healthier, although, he never really looked incredibly healthy in the mornings.Mom took me to school. She said she would go back home for a few hours before.