The buttons are small, unyielding disks meant to inject a small bit of reality. Is this what you want? What I want? Though the buttons are easily over...come, their boundary is obvious. Still, their warm, smooth surfaces are a welcome distraction to the crushing waterfall of your nearness. My face is lost in the hardness of your chest, breathing deeply, my fingers explore your lower back, tips meeting briefly as they trace your spine, roaming, memorizing. They move slowly still waiting for your. Since it had a carry handle and since there was a big ass nail over the heater, I figured that was the spot. Most likely it was the place the previous tenant had used for it.A half hour after I started the heater, I had to turn it down to its lowest possible setting. While I drank coffee from the Mister Coffee machine, I began asking myself questions, trying to decide how to outsmart the bad guys.If you came to my door, who would you have to be for me to cooperate? Someone I didn't fear for. "Judy knew that the best way to get me to think that way was to do what she just did..She knew I would be begging her for something in about twenty-four hours, and she was hardly ever wrong.Sure enough, about twenty-four hours later, I had thought about the delicious feeling of being naked and at her mercy.This time, she didn't tie me to the ceiling to torture me. She could see my disappointment. ''Syl, you little cunt, I've something even hotter than that!'' She found a green and yellow girl. The invasion of her backdoor seemed to set her off once again. I drove my self balls deep in one smooth but barely controlled stroke. I stopped when I bottomed out and that is when she surprised me. She leaned forward and slammed her ass back against my pelvis and nearly shouted, “Either fuck my ass like you own it or get the fuck out!” I didn't need to be told twice. It was hard to believe that such a cute, wholesome looking woman could be so wild in bed, but I was not going to question the.