”“You’re going to break me. You honestly think I’m good for two more rounds?”“Yes,” they said in unison. “You haven’t had to work mu...ch.”“No, but my cajones are working double time. A fella’s only got so much to give.”“We’ll be waiting. Who’s first?”“I’ll make you guess, this time. I’ll knock on somebody’s door at 3 and we’ll see what happens.” I actually felt pretty good about it. I’d had a couple of marathon sex sessions in the past and they were pretty taxing, but I hadn’t cum as much. It was. We women yearn for it." I don't know if Mom and Dad ever did stuff like that." Oh, I'm sure they did. You should ask your mom," Karin said."I think I'd be too embarrassed." Honey, how can you say that after what we all saw happen in front of us this morning," Karin pointed out."Well, that's slave stuff, not real life. It kinda doesn't count," Meghan told them. "Say, how do you find a guy who likes those things you talked about, uh, intimacy?" That would be a pretty long discussion, Meghan. I'd. . it’s Danny ... he’s been ... been ... shot!” I couldn’t hold myself together, the emotional roller coaster, in 5 minutes going from cloud 9 to hell on earth, I cried over Danny’s bleeding and unconscious body. Sara pulled me up and pushed me out of the way as she begins to apply first aid to him. About a minute later I hear sirens approaching. I tried to reach him telepathically. Sara answered, having heard my screams for Danny.Several officers came down the stairs, some with just their side. So for a couple of weeks, I had countless wankings sessions with them up in the safety of my bedroom, and all was going fine, with no enquiry from my mother as to their whereabouts.But then we went to a holiday cottage for a weekend break in Easter, and I had to pack the knickers, as I was far too attached to them to leave them behind. The cottage was like a studio, with no walls, so I could not risk masturbating there with mum around, so on the first day, I took them to the toilet when I was.