She dug her heals into the chair cushion and began to rock her hips in an opposing rhythm to her busy hands. She worked as if she were under the body ...f an impassioned lover driving to fuck her brains out. She grunted and moaned wantonly, letting herself go to the moment, she felt wild and free. Her nipples were hardened to dense nubs that sent thrills throughout her body as they jiggled on her heaving chest. A chill titillated her flesh, she was covered goose bumps, and at the same time, a. It gleamed with intelligence far beyond the phantom girl's age, which seemed to be about 15. The sleeves moved back and forth as she said, "Let's sit down and have a chat, shall we?" The phantom moved back into the living room, and sat down on the couch. Hair moved by invisible hands was pushed to the front of the shirt.I never could understand why all the characters in all the horror movies never ran away when they had the chance. They had to know, even in the midst of fear, that something. I know his wife doesn't give him pussy hardly anymore, and never head. That's why he hasme ;) He loves my smooth body in slutty outfits.. especially on all fours while he rides me. So I just replied, 'Yes, Daddy, I'll be right out. Cant wait for my seed, Sir'. So I tore myself from the current daddy dick in my mouth, and got up. No one in my condo knows I dress or please men, so I put on a hideous pair of sweats over my thong, grabbed my keys, and quietly left my bedroom, and apartment. I. Heading back into my room, I pick out a fresh braand panties for the day, slipping them on and filling in the bra cupswith my breast forms. Heading over to my drawers, I glance inside at theclothes of my new life and smile happily. The drawers aren't full by anystretch of the imagination, but there's enough in there to keep me goingat least through the summer. Before dressing, I take the time to paint mytoenails with my glossy black nail polish, before applying my make-up forthe day. I go with.