He wanted to fuck me so much, I could tell it was taking him every thing he had to restrain himself. I don’t know what sent him past the point of co...ntrol, but I think it might have been when I screamed out that I didn’t care anymore I had to feel his cock fucking my pussy. Damien rolled me over onto my knees so that my face was down against the mattress. He put his manhood right at the entrance to my warm wet opening, pausing to tell me he had a fantasy and wanted to know if I would be willing. She went down to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of soup. When she returned to the girl's bedside, Cindy's eyes were blinking open. Again, she tried to smile. Jan said, "Honey, I'm going to ask you to try to do something if you can. Do you think you can sit up a little? I'd help you but you're so badly beaten I'm afraid to touch you. I can hold your arm, but that's about all."Lifting her body off the bed was agonizing, but Cindy did it. As soon as her weight was off the bed, Jan slipped. The fifth or sixth time I realized Joyce’s nipples were getting bigger. Here we both were, on opposite sides of the dishwasher and I failed to notice Joyce was removing the silverware from the tray one at a time and putting them into a drawer. I had failed to notice that Joyce had caught me several times looking down the front of her pajama top. I also failed to realize the two of us were working very slowly in putting dishes away.Joyce stopped picking silverware from the tray and looked at me. The Bank of America gave her and the Gunny a joint Visa card when she changed her Direct Deposit information to a joint account with the Gunny. Her contribution was a relatively small seven hundred and forty dollars a month with the various allowances and the stipend for attending the university that Lieutenant Wheeler had gotten for her – roughly a tenth what the Gunny was putting into the account each month. Still, it was a joint account. The Gunny simply handed her her card when it came in.