Time after time, she brought her up close to the edge, then stopped or moved to another spot. She would feel that wave begin to start and her thighs b...egin to quiver, then stop. She would build up close to a climax again, then Alexis would slow down and let the feeling subside once again. After a while, Lindsey felt a finger being run around her rim. Alexis pushed her thumb in to Lindsey’s ass. With everything else Alexis was doing, that finally pushed her over the edge. She momentarily tensed,. "You ... sucking my breast. The sensation of that, drawing the milk out through my nipple. It's like there's a direct line from that, all the way down to my ... my cunt!" She said using the more vulgar term, but I knew in her using that, saying that ... she was alerting me to just how aroused she was becoming. "Or more specifically, my clit!" She then added to that. "God that feels good John, really good. Sometimes ... I could even have or experience a mini orgasm just from having my tits. D. It is a disorder that is very common among combat veterans. After the Civil War here in the United States, it was called Soldiers Heart, after World War I, it was called Shell Shock, and after World War II it was known as Combat Fatigue. Only after the war in Vietnam, Desert Storm, and the Iraqi War, as well as the War in Afghanistan was it called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and the shitty thing about all of it, is that the government still refuses to believe that it exists. I wonder how. His girl's shoes, bright green and shiny, with matching plastic bows andtwo inch stacked heels, glinted in the light from the chandelier. He hadon a party dress that would have looked sweet on a pre-teen. It was intwo shades of yellow, and his tights mixed both green and yellow, tobring the whole outfit together. He blushed as the women sitting on thecouch, sipping tea, watched him approach."Hello, Cherry," said the older one, known as Aunt Agatha."You look darling," complimented the other,.