She pushed it half way in. Her eyes closed and her neck arched, the back of her head pressing into a pillow against the headboard. "Mmmm.... mmmm........ mmmm."Ron's palm was on his crotch stroking the throbbing erection inside his jeans. His body on autopilot, he took a few more steps closer to the bed. Aunt Jean's head came forward. She glanced at him for a couple seconds, then looked at the TV, then her eyes closed. It seemed she was holding her breath.Jean pushed her middle finger as deep as. I think they were embarrassed by it. But I wasn't. It was everything I had hoped for. Are you still with me?" Barely. Can you hold on a couple minutes? I'm going downstairs and steal a large shot of vodka from my parent's stash." You don't drink," said Joseph."Rarely, but I need to numb my mind if I'm going to keep listening to you."While waiting, Joseph contemplated the time. His mother was right; not getting to sleep soon would probably make for a long and tiring day tomorrow and by the time. " Okay." I nodded at that. "Not like those old Roman gladiator guys, right? Thumbs up and down and all that?" What?" Mr. Reiser shook his head. "No, not like that. Nobody dies and there's no swords or lions." Good," I decided, rocking my hips a bit to feel that plug in my butt fill me a little more, if that were even possible."It's more like the ancient Greeks. A friendly contest," he said, sipping his wine and giving me a look as I squirmed. "More or less." Okay." I felt myself warm all over. "I can wait out here until you're done." We're waiting for you, Michael," she replied.I didn't like ambushes!They'd chosen a small conference room. The Institute Positive sat at the head of the table; Ms. Dare, Kameron, and Angela sat to her left and right, leaving only the chair opposite for me."Can we talk?" I asked the Positive. "Privately." It's not necessary," she replied. "The ladies are going to be working closely with you so we need to be completely honest with them."I glanced at.