Her chestnut hair fell just over her shoulders above her always perky 34B breasts. She was the object of all his sexual fantasies.'Tijuana sounds grea....'Tim finished breakfast, hugged and kissed his mother and left for school.Sandy didn't work on Fridays. After cleaning up she went to her bedroom laid in bed and began to fantasies. Her one hand went inside her thigh as she spread her legs. The other was already holding her always erect nipple, gently pinching making it harder and more. It was Tom’s turn to groan. ‘How can you be turned on?’ she gasped. ‘We…we just made love it in the shower a few minutes ago!’ ‘I don’t know. I guess you just have that effect on me!’ Tom choked as she stroked his rock-hard pole. He had to have her! He backed to the bed, released his grip on her breasts, and turned her to face him. Their lips fused in a passionate, fiery kiss, and their tongues lashed. Tom let himself fall back onto the bed, pulling Alison atop him. Alison still had hold of. He did not like what he saw. Before him he could barely make out a gapping fissure of twisted metal: torn and fractured beams of steel snarling and lashing out at him like some dreadful monster. Behind this disarray the red and blue lights — the monsters terrible eyes — grew larger and more sinister in rhythmic, orchestrated winks. As the radiance of colored light intensified, so too did that awful noise. Wailing and screaming, jarring his senses further into focus, he slowly recognized the. .." Then she stood up & looked at me, with either LUST in her eyes or a bad case of indigestion, and walked toward me...! So here I was: 15 years past my sexual prime... About to finally lose my cherry!! And, mmm, what a babe she was, too! 24 years old. Sandy- blonde hair. 34-24-34. A vision of loveliness, standing there, taking off her sheer dress right before my eyes! But there was something different from all the girls I'd seen in magazines, all those years! Something was missing. She had no.