If we didn’t get out of the show by 2 a.m., we’d stay in town that night and try to make an early start in the morning to the next site, check int...o the next motel, crash for a few hours and then go for set up and sound check by about 4 p.m. Fighting a hangover means taking away time from something else, and that just wasn’t feasible for more than a show or two.Travel was on our own dime. We had enough gear that we took three vehicles; Kevin and Ronnie drove their cars and I piloted my van. I. An intense force. A need to thrust with his stroking fingers. Her muscles release, only to tighten again. This time, for a different reason. More. She claws at his back, her nails leaving lines across his skin. He presses his hips against her thigh, matching her body’s thrusting. His fingers stroke in and out, slow and deep. As she responds, he increases the pace. Harder. Faster. Safe now to release her mouth from his, he kisses his way back down to her breasts. Tasting one thoroughly, then the. I'm climbing walls, but he says he's afraid that he'll hurt the baby." Oh you poor kid. I know just how you feel. My hormones kicked in and turned me into a nymphomaniac when I was pregnant with Kevin. Fortunately for me asshole wasn't doing his blond, big titted bimbo at the time and he was able to keep me from going too crazy. Have you tried a vibrator?" I don't have one." There is an adult book store just up the street. Stop and get one on your way home." I'd be too embarrassed to go into a. Then she whispered, "I'm coming again."This time her climax was different, just as powerful and strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it, play it along and make it peak like a piece of good music. But, only seconds later, she discovered that in reality it was his huge, hard shaft that was doing it."Sweet… sweet come," she cooed, feeling tears well up in her eyes.Her pleasure-contorted body jerked and twisted as though she were in the throes of a spastic seizure. Her face was.