‘You like that?’ She asked softly. ‘It feels heavenly.’ I moaned softly. She placed her hand on my hardening cock and gently stroked it throug...h my pants. ‘Oooh.’ She sighed softly. ‘I think that you’ll have enough for me there,’ she whispered sexily. ‘Let me see it again.’ She pleaded. I arched my back and unzipped my pants. She leaned back and watched as I put my fingers through the slit in my boxers and pulled my rapidly hardening cock out. I heard her soft intake of breath as my dong came. Both Keith and I were ready to go by 5:00 and were sitting together in theliving room while Liz was doing her thing. I wasn't really prepared for theconversation that we had."So you're gay."I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement of fact, so I respondedwith a flip remark."Well the last time I remember having sex was with a guy, so I guess it'strue." What's it like?" What's what like?" You know, getting it on with a guy." I don't know, I guess it's pretty much the same as getting it on. Ordinarily, Will is careful when he treads through others' thoughts in Dream. Finding and following particular thoughts in others' heads isn't hard -- he's been doing it ever since the acc... ever since he stumbled on Dream. But if done too directly or too vigorously or for too long, it can be hard on the brain chemistry, and leave the person he's shadowing with a wicked headache, or worse. Will doesn't normally like the idea of hurting people as he's trying to help.But his aggravation with. A contraction so bad it brings me to my knees hits me. I know this is it, it’s happening. I’m about to give birth to his baby, make his conquest over me complete. He finds me on the kitchen floor, on my knees holding my belly and bearing down. He’s got a video camera pointed at me. I have to push so badly, but it feels like it’s getting nowhere. I look up at him and beg him for help. He just keeps filming me in my moment of utter humiliation and agony. “God, look at you. You’re not just.