My tummy aches indeed. It's that tight, hot feeling I get sometimes. Sometimes when a boy kisses me. Sometimes when I read a naughty story. And defini...tely every time I see certain scenes of "American Beauty".- JamesOh God, I don't think I can take much more of this! I am just getting my cock and my mind under control when Anna grabs my hand and muttering something about her tummy hurting puts my hand on her belly. I know it's just a natural response something we've done all her life. But this. “Are you torturing some poor devil?”I stepped into an interrogation room. “You do not want to know. You used one of your calls for this. Why?”“You were right and I did not take you seriously, I should have seen the danger. I just assumed you were a paranoid street gang member puffing himself up,” he said in a tone that took all the blame for something bad that he didn’t do.“What happened?” I asked. “Start at the start. I assume this was after Gracie left with my friend?” Well, he knew I had. “We’ve got a room for tonight. Goddammit...” Barbara bitched. “Whatever you need to do we can drive to Montreal tomorrow.”“A wasted day and an extra fourteen hours in the car? Whee...” Brandy sighed. “We want to go down four more blocks. I made contact through a friend of a friend to buy some molly off some girl at a coffee shop across from Dalhousie.”“Dalhousie’s a few blocks up on University,” Jewel said.“Sexton campus,” Brandy explained.“I don’t know what that is,” Jewel answered. They. My head would have flopped forward if Mr. Anderson wasn't gripping my ponytail like a bitch in a bar fight. He pressed down hard on the spot Dr. Grafenberg had found and began manhandling my pussy. He rocked his thumb vigorously in and out of my eager hole, rubbing the pad of his thumb firmly against the spongy ridge inside my vagina, while his fingers slid back and forth over my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth to meet his hand. I could feel the wonderfully uncomfortable pressure aching.