Robinson." "Abby, we're naked and my fingers are lodged up in your cherry. So keep calling me Ms. Robinson, it's so much hotter." Her fingers began th...usting into my pussy. My head tilted up and my eyelids closed. She poked at my at my g-spot every time that her fingers ventured back up into my twat. My hands went to her arms for balance support. "You wanna cum for me, Abby? Are you gonna splatter my hands and tits? Well, I want you to, so are you gonna do it for me? So we can create a memory?". And under the noon time sun, Iran through the grassy cemetery, through row after row of graves. Untileventually, I stopped in front of a huge marble statue of a kneelingAngel with outstretched arms, weeping over what appeared to be an emptycradle.Staring at the statue of that angel, all I could think of was mybeautiful silver angel...lying crumpled in a heap in the middle of theroad. The tears still wet in her eyes, and those beautiful silver cheeksstill streaked with tears. And the. That's the reason I was myself again. I was determined not to get dressedup again until I had to! That way I would know for sure, and I had almosttwo weeks to find out.I generally stayed out of sight, just so nobody could add things up and pegme as Angela, which was fine with dad, because he was getting realconcerned about me. I lasted about four days as a guy when it happened.That morning as I went to get dressed, I opened the closet and saw theclothes hanging there. My clothes. The dresses,. I reach for the laptop pulling it up towards the pillow as I lie on my side. I pull the duvet over my nude body and begin to reach down between my legs. I read the first sentence of the action and begin to rub my clitoris slowly, biting my lower lip once more. I cannot believe how good it feels to finally be giving my craving pussy the attention it has longed for. I read some more, before shutting my eyes and imagining that I’m the girl in the story, being fucked by a long, meaty organ. My.