...he has turned me into the very thing I said I would NEVER be...... I inhale deeply yet again only this time the scent is stronger..... I get wetter... and those two fingers slowly begin to move in and out as my thumb brushes every so lightly over my clit.......what is it about this man........As my fingers move in and out of my wet pussy the juices splash onto my thighs...... I squeeze my walls around them remembering how you felt when you were deep inside of me...... Why do I want you to. My sister and I perked up at this and suddenly my tiredness and hopelessness faded away and sprouted a tiny seed of hope. How my sister and I answered. She rung her hands, not sounding too sure of herself now. Shell be free of the dreams and wake and hopefully start healing from the mental wounds. I was sensing a but here and a little scared I asked her. the catch is, that there is no guarantee that the person will make it out alive,&hellip,&hellip,and that person needs to be a Empath and a. It was a bit longer than HIS but not quite as thick or veiny. He was uncut, like HIS, and it grew hard and straight as I held it in my hands and drew it closer. I opened wide and lay my tongue across my lower teeth. I eased his dick into my mouth and began to slowly suck him off. I cradled his cock with my tongue, just like HE taught me. And with each movement of my head I took him deeper and deeper. “God, is she a fucking slut?” HE said. “She’ll take every inch of you.”The HE coached Michael. She would have fucked the doorknob if Philip didn't turn up.At the appointed time I went to the bar and met Philip. He was a bit nervous but followed me to the room while asking me what he should do with Jan. " Don't worry", I said "She'll lead. Just do what comes natural". When we got in the room Jan was sitting demurely on the edge of the bed in a figure hugging floral dress that just showed the Basque straps. She jumped up with a smile and hugged Philip saying how pleased to meet him she was.