"Oh damn!" Darla said after she caught her breath. "Got to change my padagain."Darla pulled the pad out with two fingers, and, disgusted, placed it in... bag. She wiped herself off and replaced the pad. "I can't wait untilthis thing's gone for good."Darla smiled at her reflection as she repeated her plans once again."First, get away from here. Then start on hormones and living full timeas a girl. Get a job while I'm in college and start saving for my boobjob. Then cosmetic surgery on my face.. . And lonely too.”I told her, “I thought I’d try out what you mentioned to me about imagining something and then being there.” I paused, then added, “I wanted to see if it worked.”“Well, tell me. Did it work?” Stacey said with a hint of a smile in her voice.“No. It didn’t,” I sent off to her as a retort. “I just have a good imagination. I just think I’m here in your bedroom with you.”“Oh, really,” came her reply. “Well, let me feed your imagination a little.”Now I vividly remembered her being a. Don’t go overboard. Ramsey will hire you as his research assistant for the book.”“He will?”“It’s not like you’ll have all the perks that sitting in a government office answering email gave you, but Ramsey’s phone was ringing all night with requests for speaking engagements, publishing offers, and floozies who think he’s really Jack and want him to get them pregnant. Someone with some sense needs to get this under control and you’ve been better at keeping him under control than anything I’ve. They both came inside me, pulled out and left. When they were finished with me I was pulled to my feet and someone forced me to kneel on one of the seats so my back was to the screen and I was skewered from both ends once again. and all I could do was to hold onto the back of the seat while they had their way with me. After a while it was hard to determine when one cock left me and another would take its place. Time had no meaning and it was like I was in a fog of sorts and all I could hear was.