Grocery Girl: Well I've never done anything like this before, but why not? You're going to have to help me get started. What do I do first?JonD1982: Y...u could tell me what you are wearing.Noemi thought about it. The baggy gray sweatshirt she was wearing was hardly sexy. Well, that was the advantage of cyber-sex she said to herself, you could be almost anything you wanted to be.Grocery Girl: I'm wearing just a bra and lace panties.JonD1982: Do you have big breasts?Grocery Girl: Actually I do -. Standing straight up, I said thanks. Mr. Roberts said maybe we can make arrangements for you to sleep more comfortable tonight. Dressing I said thanks, we went downstairs and I went out back and joined the party. We ran around playing tag, then hide and go seek. After a while we came inside and ate pizza and drinks. After I got my plate and drink I looked around for a place to sit. Sitting on the stairs eating Mr. Roberts came down and sat beside me. He asked if I was having fun. Yes sir,I am I. Buried in the back of the bedroom closet, beneath anempty shoe box and behind the clothes hamper, I found something no realgirl would own: my very own fake vagina. In a sealed medical container,floating in a viscous preservative fluid, I found a grey lump of fleshymaterial I recognized as one of the prosthetics K had forced on me solong ago. (Was it that long ago? For me it felt like only a few weeks,even though several months had passed. I'd only gone one day with thatdamn thing off before. ”I pushed with my hips. She gasped. Her tunnel quivered as my rod pressed into it.“My lord,” she moaned, shaking as the head of my ram finally popped into her deep crevice after several moments of hard battering and skin stretching. “My lord, my lord.”“I can tell you are used to titled gentlemen,” I said, steadily forcing it deeper. Her hips began moving with mine, pushing back toward me. We surged together quite slowly as she began to lubricate.“Indeed,” she sighed with a small laugh in her.