Sometimes, she’d push my head inside her, feeling her soft velvet walls gripping me as she panted and squirmed. I could always tell how things were ...going in her life depending on how I was used. With her hips thrust up into the air, she needed it hard and fast, pushing me deep inside as I buzzed on maximum speed. My tip rotating over her g-spot as her juices flooded over me.Other times, she’d tease me, her little pink nipples growing and swelling as she slid me over her breasts. Then, slowly,. I had a minor concussion, a broken leg (where it hit the dashboard), a broken nose (thank you, air bag! No really, THANK YOU AIRBAG, because it kept me away from the steering wheel.), and of course, I was still bleeding from both wrists and had seriously scraped palms (from my adventure with the gas pipe). Someone had thoughtfully allowed me to have some fingertips free, so I could push the nurse's 'call' button.When I staggered back to consciousness, a patrolwoman was there. She asked me not. They had driven past endless fields of cabbage and soy, and a fair number of vineyards, which surprised Lauren a bit. Her mind wandered without her consent. Whenever she looked at Hanna, she remembered what she had done to her the night before. She realized she was horny and sitting between two of the sexiest people she had ever known. Only problem was, she was so high she didn’t know what to do. Logan and Hanna were talking about the most random shit. Lauren giggled, her mind lost in the. "Ifwe use these, pretty soon everyone will be. What a mess that would be."Then again, if we didn't use them and someone else did..." The littlebeauty twisted her mouth into a little moue of concern. "This is givingme a headache." Deirdre," Garret interrupted the monologue in a dangerously quietvoice. "What were you thinking, standing here in the middle of abattle?" I wasn't exactly standing here watching you know," she answered tartlythen lifted the mace still in the hand that hadn't been.