I slipped my fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and eased them one at a time inside her very tight virgin ass. I worked them in and out of her slowl... and methodically giving her time to adjust herself to each invasion. When I finally had all four fingers inside her I moved them back and forth as gently as I could until she began to moan with pleasure and push her hips back to meet my ever increasing thrusts.I asked her if she at least had some KY Jelly. Again she said she didn't want. The bottom line is nothing was left to the imagination. She'd become expert at setting it up so it was all done quickly.What if he did post her pictures and videos? She was certain he would someday. She was his to do with as she pleased. Did it matter who might recognize her? Did it matter if it pleased them? Or if they laughed at her? She could imagine seeing the satisfaction on the face of those who always despised her. They would taunt her for sure – mock her. What about her friends and. She usually wore thigh length shorts when I massaged her (&when we fooled around). However with her sore hamstring, the pain was going right up to her ass cheek. I asked her if she wanted to take off her shorts so I could rub higher, she didn't look at me or acknowledge my question but raised her hips and slide her shorts down her legs and I then pulled them off. She was wearing a thong, I was incredibly turned on (we hadn't had our usual session first because of her sore hamstring) but I told. As fallapproached, I realized that homecoming was scheduled for Halloweenweekend. Traditionally, Halloween is a big deal on campus, with many ofthe students wearing costumes. I imagined transforming into Harleythere, and living the moment briefly (perhaps greeting some otherHarleys?) before driving back home en femme.Would I actually do it? As time passed, Harley kept resonanting. "Well,maybe" turned into "You know, I really could," turned into shopping tokeep the option open. Turned out.