As she sunned, she kept an eye on the apartment above. So far so good and then she saw him looking out his window directly at her. Desperately, she fo...ught the urge to grab her beach towel and crawl under it, but willed herself to remain calm. How can she remain calm with her heart beating a hole in her chest? Maybe she could tug her top up a bit farther.She rolled over on her stomach. Now he's looking right at my ass. Oh well, it's mostly covered. Slowly, she brought her hands to the top of her. ” Forgetting about my greedy sex drive for the moment, I flowed toward her, my newly acquired kung fu instincts taking over. Julia fought with all the grace and fury of a true warrior, refusing to give in to her desire. How had that happened, anyway? What had I done to create this effect in her? Dianne had said before that this was a combat game and it worked differently to others. There was more here I didn’t yet understand.She pressed me hard for the remainder of the round, neither of us. I just learned something new. It surprised me to be sure because I was ignorant of such a thing. I should thank you. I want to try that again you tasted good when you squirted.”“You really think so?”“Yes, I do.”“Well, OK then. But I’d better get some towels out.”We dried off from the shower and she got her towels and I ate her pussy again and she squirted again. There was just as much cum as before. All over the place. Francis could squirt a gallon per- second.I digress as this is supposed to. She knew what this was costing him and the knowledge further heightened her desire. Catherine increased the pressure on her clit, gripping her breast tightly. She could feel it building inside her, the sensation she'd been denied for too long. Her legs spread wider and her hips thrust upward against the stroking of her hand. "That's it, Cat." Jack leaned back in his chair, his face tightened against the need all but consuming him. Catherine's mouth softened and parted. She slipped her fingers.