Then she swallowed my hot fresh sperm in several large gulps, each one timed to accept a new gush of thick warm orgasmic soup, as it shot from the end...of George's bulging head and into the back of her mouth. I was floating far above the ground, on my own personal high, and I remember thinking to myself, ‘this must be what it feels like to score the winning goal in the Cup Final. YES! YES! YES! I did it! I made it! I got there! I WON!’ And from feeling on top of the World, the sudden release of. Finally one asked me for my papers and I had none, no license, and noidentity. They asked me my name and I didn't know it. I had amnesia.Then the one guardsman who spoke to me was ignoring me again, I rushedto him to turn him at the shoulder and my hand passed through him like aghost. I had no identity, no name, and now I didn't exist. I wasslipping away, I didn't know who I was and now I didn't exist. I hadawoke in the same cold sweat and the pain was coming on, if I hurt, Iam. But Jim. She stood and pulled her jogging trousers to her ankles. Her briefs matched her bikini top in both colour and size. She turned her back to me as she kicked off her training shoes, giving me a great view of her perfect backside. She walked to the water's edge, pausing for a second to remove her bikini, and then with barely a ripple, she walked into the water. From my vantage point in the bushes I watched as she swam. Occasionally, she would roll over exposing her breasts to the night.When she. He had become the woman of hisdreams. It was obviously the stuff from FantasyDate that had done it. Hemanaged to pull his baggiest t-shirt over his huge endowments, but onlyafter having stuck a Band-Aid to each nipple-to stop the pleasurablerubbing of the fabric on his tits, and then slipped some elasticatedpants gingerly over his perfect ass.He moved slowly to the sofa, trying as best he could to stop his breastswiggling, but unable to stop the gentle sway of his glorious new hips.He picked up.