. over the belly that she could feel moving up and down as she breathed faster until they hesitated above her mons. It was then that she realised she ...was arching up towards them .. wanting the hands to reach her sex. They didn’t go straight where she wanted them. Instead they stroked her thighs. hands that were both controlling and gentle showing her that they were in charge of her body and it’s responses. That they could tease her and please her as they wanted. Just as her skin grew used to. On the way back to the house I picked up a copy of the local newspaper. Miss Adams’ article began on the front page, with the letter Mackey had written, and continued on page seven with the story of how long it took the Corporal to meet Mary Jo, a sketch of their courtship, and a description of their life together. Miss Adams stayed true to her word, repeating what the Corporal had said about Mackey’s role in helping everyone in the ward. She included my wish that we could get the stories of. It was edged with heavy gold fringe and the primary color in the background of the mural was again, dark red. It matched the drapes. Other designs bordered the fringe and the main image it captured. I was sure it was a fascinating bit of art. The problem was we weren't standing close enough to enjoy it.The next thing that I studied was the figures on the sides of the rug to my left and right. To my left, a large man sat in one of the four chairs. He was large as in seven foot or taller and very. Rose began to convulse, and moan, and soon began to cum, sending scott over the edge, and cumming with her. “I’ll see you later hun, I’ve got to get home. Bring me my camera when you’re done?” He nodded and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. As I left the room, I heard Rose scream, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I thought to myself, bitches get what they deserve.. As I was walking down the hallway, my ex boyfriend walked up to me and smiled. We’d broken up because I met Richard, and he never.