“Shut up, bitch!” she said, good mood returning. “I wasn’t-”Katie and Petra both looked down at Katie’s hand. She had meant to shove her f...riend’s shoulder. She had tried to. So why was her palm pressed against Petra’s breast now?Katie felt another weird tingling from her body, as if someone had just touched her all over in her favorite places. She pulled her hand back and turned around again. “Sorry!” she said, looking at her hand.Petra chuckled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I mean, Freud would have. They always drank wine whenever my aunt visited. Whenever they drink too much wine, my Mom gets the worst hangovers. Maybe, with my father no longer around, she'd drink enough wine tonight that I'd have to put her to bed. A longtime sexual fantasy of mine, I'd love to undress my mother while putting her to bed drunk. I can't count how many times I masturbated over putting my mother to bed after she's had too much to drink.Unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her short skirt, I imagined. The general leaned forward the sweat dripping from his foreheadThe black bitch twisted her wrist a little and…Pop!”The nurse gasped with the effort Rachel screaming as her lips suddenly yielded, the hand sliding past the widest point into her void her lips closing tightly around the sweaty greased wrist. She could see her tummy bloated her skin moving as the hand twisted inside her ultra slim body. “Oooh God nooooooooo!”The hand felt enormous, like a creature, a mole or something wriggling. I decide that the oven is hot enough and I force my bread roll inside her right the way up to the back of the oven. Her groan becomes a very loud moan as if my shaft were a knife and I were penetrating her with my sharp point very slowly. I lean forward a little and wrap my hand around her mouth to silence her. It feels so good inside her, it takes my breath away and I can’t help but let out a little quiet groan myself.I begin to gently work my way in and out of her tight snatch. It feels so.