“See? It was all in the bag!” I chuckled as I grabbed Jennifer Love Hewitt myself and began pounding her against a wall.I chuckled as my mind’s ...ye allowed me to see what Jennifer had been doing earlier that very day. Some lucky teenage boy, just barely turned fourteen on Election Day ... yeah, she had freed him of his V-card in a hurry and left him with a smile on his face and horns on his head via the Super Drain. In a society dominated by literal sex fiends, virginity was no small social. It really was. It was one of the longest and thickest cocks I have ever seen then or since and it was massively hard. His foreskin had pulled right back and his knob/helmet (call it what you will) was the darkest purple imaginable. It curved gently up from his balls, which were nice and tight, to his belly. Just like a scimitar.“You like?” “Oh yes,” I said “I like very much.” “Gut, you English are usually uptight about sex.”I said that I was Scottish not English and he said “Ah, zat must. Just as I was about to knock again I saw the curtains move as whoever was inside peeked out at me, the sound of the door being unlocked a second later. The door swung open a little and I slipped into the warmth of the house quickly. I don't think I appreciated central heating quite as much as I did in that moment, the waves of heat sweeping over me. As I stood there hugging myself to keep warm I looked around to see who my benefactor was. When I spotted who it was I almost burst out laughing.. She pushed the dark hair away from her face. The moonlight from the windows gave her complexion an almost alabaster quality to it. She ran her hand across my chest and over my stomach – the sensation was almost ticklish. My fingers ran over a series of strange marks on her otherwise flawless skin just above her right hip. ‘I’ve never seen scars like yours.’ I muttered. She glanced over at my hand and the tender skin my fingers were tracing circles around. A rueful smile played across her face..