" But you'll know they're there." They're pretty thin walls," Hope admitted, and blushed slightly."Well, look... technically, if you wanted to come ba...ck, I'm still in our room. I couldn't stop you if I wanted, but... think of it as an offer of somewhere to crash for the night."Hope eyed her warily for a moment, and then looked back to her cup. Briana and Elspeth probably hadn't meant Yvonne when they had told her that other people were asking, but here she was. And she was quite attractive,. There is the sound of cloth rubbing together as we dance on the bed. My mouth fuses with yours and out tongues imitate the union further down, poking and prodding at each other. We taste one another, heads spinning. Once more I push, your back arches. I cry out and pull back again. Push. You moan an affirmative. Our tempo increases.’ ‘You whine and whimper without words. Clutching me to you with growing desperation. My steely shaft invades over and over again, your juices hanging from it in. I felt the moon dust cover me, thenfill me, entering my mouth, filling my eyes. I was engulfed in its light.In the depths of the dust sea, I began to shine.I had achieved the Moon. And the Moon was love. It was life. It wasempathy. It was sorrow. It was the woman who bleeds. It was a mad howl.It was revenge and bitterness and loss. It was the whole experience ofbeing a woman. Here, my manhood could not survive. It crumbled, flakedaway and became moon dust.As my masculinity rusted away, I fell. And this is the story on how it started and how I hacked into accounts and got to have fun with it in the end. Some may say im crazy and other will say good job. I had fun and would donit again if need be.She had been taking sexy pics for weeks but wouldn't send them to me. I asked who was she sending them to and she said no one. I suspected it but had no proof. But I'd find things like her pussy soaking wet and her panties would be moist and crusty. Just talking about sex get her soaking wet.