I push my fingertips into your hole and the length of my fingers bushes against your clit, and you shiver. ‘You feel the length of my cock tucked in...to your ass crack. As you push against my body, the tip of my cock brushes your pussy. For a moment you think that you want me to let you cum once before, but as you think it, I pull away. ‘Using your own juices, I moisten your asshole. I press my fingertip in to the first knuckle, roll it around. Your body thrills to the feeling, and the. But she did want to see how they saw the world. She didn’t bother with make-up either. Just jeans, a baseball team t-shirt, a sports bra and running shoes. The sports-bra was horribly uncomfortable to wear for a whole day, but if she was going to go butch it was either that or go braless, and she wasn’t trying to be on display for anyone.She watched the boys and tried to figure out how they did there various walks. They had a different kind of body language. She tried to figure what kind of. I’m not bragging when I say I can do anything better than you.Kat showed me that she had done girl things too, or at least gymnastics.Now I see what Molly meant about my brain processing my reflexes as fast as she thought through things.While I did feel like things slowed down for me, it wasn’t me messing with the flow of time or anything using the place in my head. My brain sent steady bursts of energy to my muscles to correct movements to counter what I was trying to do. One second I was. "How do you feel?"Patrick sighed the sigh of someone who was experiencing a great deal of pleasure. Melissa smiled broadly.She took the squirt top bottle and squeezed a light blue gel into her hand. She began to apply it to Patrick's face, working carefully under the mask. From temple to temple, over and in each ear ... she slathered it on his closed eyes ... everywhere."Patrick, I need you to concentrate on your face now. Feel the gel as it binds to your skin. Feel it changing your skin,.