It was a little easier this time, as she was a little more lubed up from the initial thrust. Waves of pleasure started to radiate up, and she felt the... blood rushing around her body. Again and again he entered her, and with every stroke Jenna felt further away from her old self. When she felt that he should be starting to tire (once again, impressive stamina), she decided that things should be changed up a bit. She brought herself to her senses and pulled away from Tom. ‘What are you doing?’ he. How that turns out is very interesting.= = = = = I don’t usually pay any attention to the fortune tellers at the street fair that is set up each Sunday along the sidewalks near my apartment. I know they are all fakes. The only thing for sure about them is that everything they tell you is a lie. But this one was different. She was sitting absolutely silently at her small table as the crowd passed by.I was still half a block away when she raised her head and looked directly at me. Then, just. .''or what mrs watson please don't call the police'i reach out and grab hold of her right tit and give it a squeeze she slaps my hand away'police it is then i say and take hold of the phone''no please not the police i never did anything like this before and won't again i promise'i reach out again and squeeze her right tit pinching the nipple and giving it a slight twist'put your hands on your head and don't move' i tell her 'perhaps we can work something out'i squeeze both her tits then take. She pulled the pajama top around her, buttoned it up, and then she stepped carefully into the long bottoms."Is this okay?" she asked, modeling the outfit for me. The PJs were blue and had lots of small cartoon cats all over them."Yeah. I like 'Hello Kitty.'" I replied, wondering about her conservative dress when she had me lying naked on her bed."It's kind of chilly in here," she said as an explanation to my unasked question. "I don't like to be cold." Me neither. Why don't you come over here.