And then he entered her once more, pulling himself between her lucious thighs. She cried out, and resisted this time, her delicate hands pressing agai...st his muscled chest, but it did little to stop him as he rammed his wet, rock hard member deep into her virgin depths, tearing away the innocence and puirty from her. She felt something tear within her soul, as well, as his thrust ground her rump into the earth, his member delving deep into her sweet innings. Shrieking, she turned away, refusing. She had real potential.Phelps well understood; even a woman with this one's star quality wasn't "on" all the time. He needed to handle her with care. He would be certain that she wouldn't see him again -- not until he judged her to be ready.The van continued down the main highway, southeast toward the sea, for another twelve miles past the bridge. At last it turned off the highway onto a side road. Allowing two hundred yards, Phelps followed. After a sharp curve, the paved side road soon gave. I didn’t understand if they were memories, fantasies, desires, what they were. It appeared, at least on the surface, that skin to skin contact seemed to initiate it, although that wasn’t completely accurate, since I saw Doctor Shakari’s desire to fuck that young man, even though she had latex gloves on. She was holding my cock though. But the first time, yeah that was bare skin. So maybe it was bare skin for the most part. The whole thing was quite perplexing, and I was beginning to have. The girl looks around, maybe a little paranoid that with the noise of her leaving might have triggered her father or one of the hands to follow her, but it is fairly dark, the pond pretty secluded and there is definitely nobody following her.Now there is a chill in the air, but it is not as bad down here by the pond, besides the way she feels, all hot from her arousal then and now, the chill doesn’t really bother her all that much. So she takes off her nightgown, letting it crumple into a pile.