Aditi kept on getting red. I directed her to keep on going until and unless I ask her to stop. She fingered herself more vigorously, biting her lips, ...moaning loud and crushing her boobs with her own hands. She was turning red.Aditi was writhing with pleasure with her own fingers as I smoked my cigar and drank my bourbon. She was squealing and nearing orgasm, she got up and started undoing my pajama.I pushed her back to the bed, put my 2 fingers in her pussy and 1 in her ass hole and pinched her. It looked recently healed. She wondered about it and felt compassion for the pain he must have suffered because of the wound. He turned towards the house and she stepped back from the window to avoid being seen. She didn't want him to think she was spying on him. Turning away from the window she resumed her search for coffee.James caught a quick glimpse of movement at the window and just knew that he had been watched and by whom. Smiling to himself, he hoped she liked what she saw. Turning back. Then Marcus rolls the window back up and drives toward the little blue house all by itself a little way up the hill. It's a nice house, and Marcus has been working to update it a bit so it might sell faster. That's the real reason he's still stuck in Bumfuck, Texas; he's waiting for his mom's house to sell so he can finally get back to his own life.See, once upon a time, Marcus had successfully escaped the hellscape of rural Texas. He'd moved to Portland after high school, gotten a degree in. Does that apply to these situations?“Ma’am, you’re having breathing difficulty? When did this start?” Owen asked in a sort of mocking tone that I didn’t much care for.I kind of drop my arms to my side with a bit of attitude, but it’s totally called for in my opinion. “Yes! I’m having breathing problems, I need to go to the hospital! Right now and that is kinda your JOB ... Isn’t it?” As I roll my eyes, pulling my purse straps over my shoulder.He tells his partner not to worry about the.