Amy hesitates. This could be comfortable, but will he try something? She decides to go for it: she will just treat him the same way she treats any oth...er sleazy guy. Famous novelist or not, if he tries something she’ll punch him in the nuts. She folds her legs up on her seat and carefully places her head midway between his knees and his crotch placing her hands as an improvised pillow between her cheek and his leg. 'This can work,' she thinks to herself, closing her eyes and trying to sleep.. I dropped my bag by the couch and sat down with the girls.“Jennifer, I’ll be here as much as you need me to.”“Thanks,” she said softly, almost in a whisper.“Do you want to talk tonight? Or do you want to wait until tomorrow?”“Tomorrow. I’m really tired right now. I think maybe I should just go to bed.”“I put the air mattress on the floor of Jennifer’s room,” Mrs. Spencer said, “but if you want, we could move it to the basement.”“Jennifer?” I asked.“It’s OK. I’m going up now.”“I’ll be up in a. She could do things to my body that shot my arousal through the roof. She could keep me right on the edge of orgasm for what seemed to be hours at a time. The only thing that kept me from going over the edge was when she would have to stop as she went through the series of orgasms herself.As I was up as high as it was possible, I blasted her insides with my baby makers triggering her biggest orgasm yet. Thankfully my den was soundproof because she let out one of the loudest screams I had ever. Then Sara cries out, "Oh damn, I'm cumming too, don't stop now, oh yes, god you are so big, ugh uh, ow, geez don't you ever get soft? Stop for a minute you beast, let me rest." Outside the door Vance turns pale, his hands trembling as he eases the door open slightly and looks in. Sara is on her back with her legs wrapped around Simon's hips, her arms outstretched grabbing and jerking at the sheets. Her mouth open, gasping for breath, as Simon viciously pounds into her slippery tunnel. She cries.