I truly felt fortunate.Joyce had proposed that I marry Cindy. If I substituted the word rescue for the word marry, I could see the parallels and simil...arities that Joyce had spoken about.Joyce wanted to give something back to pay honor to her own rescue. She wanted me to help her with that rescue, just like she'd helped me with the group homes, and so many other things we'd accomplished together She was saying those were for me, to pay honor to Uncle Bunny. Now, she wanted to do this for. He came closer to me, put his hands on my waist, and pulled me flush against his body. “Something tells me you’re the one who has been dreaming about this,” I said as I felt his hard cock against my pert behind through his crisp slacks. “Ever since the first time I saw you,” he replied as he looked deep into my eyes through the mirror. He began to kiss my neck and I leaned my head against his shoulder to give him more access. He nipped at my pulse point and elicited a gasp from my lips. His. It was incredible. "I thought showers were supposed to cure that condition. Now what am I going to do with you?" "Sorry, I messed up and took a hot shower instead of a cold one. Besides, I missed you."With an indulgent smile, she motioned for him to come closer. When he reached the bed, she extended a hand and softly touched the hard organ which had given her so much pleasure. With an effort, she sat up on the edge of the bed. "Well, what can I say big boy? I mean, it wouldn't be very nice of. He’d put his hand on my hip and slide my bottom over to him. I remember feeling his cock against my back. He’d slowly grind against me while he worked my panties down and rub my pussy. Eventually he’d grab my hair and pull the rest of my body close to him. He enjoyed talking in my ear as he had me. Before he started the whispers, he’d make me cum, typically 2-3 times. He’d whisper what a good girl I am and how much I love what he does to me and that my orgasms were proof of it. Followed by what.