No wonder mom couldn’t stop from cumming. “Oh god, mom, Christy, the sensations are, like awesome. Please don’t let them stop. Oh shit, I feel l...ike cumming and cumming, Oh yea, yes , yes, I’m cumming. Oh mom, Christy, I love both of you so much, Oh fuck, I’m cumming again.” The feeling was so overwhelming that I could have cum all day with those jets pounding on my sensitive, erogenous parts on my body./ Who needs a man. “Well girls, I’m glad that you enjoyed yourselves today, but now I have to. Trying to calm her breathing enough to listen, she thought she heard a faint snore. Then again, maybe he’s faking sleep to keep from embarrassing me. That’s not beyond the realm of possibility, because he’s always so considerate of me and my feelings.While she was mentally debating the issue, Morpheus took her.Jasmine awakened with Morales gently shaking her shoulder through the sleeping bag. As she yawned, she automatically reached a hand out to cover her mouth. Barely in time, she remembered. I can’t deny it.”“And?” he said. “Because there is something more, so say it.”She sighed. “This isn’t easy. I’ve given it a great deal of thought, and I need to get Doug Chapel out of my system. It is too hard working with him every day and not knowing what he would be like.”“LIKE,” he prompted.“You’re the only man I’ve ever been to bed with. He is supposed to be spectacular. I can’t help being curious, and he’s let me know that he wants me. Yet, I haven’t even kissed him, and I won’t. “Do you have a raincoat?” I asked. She nodded and went to fetch it from the closet. I wasn’t surprised to see that it was a bright yellow slicker—with matching headpiece—such as a young girl would wear; her taste in clothing seemed to run that way. She stood in front of me, the jacket dangling from one hand and the headpiece from the other, waiting to see if they were acceptable. “Alright, put them on.” She did so, perhaps wondering if we were about to start another role-playing game as we had.