Instantly, I felt alien thoughts, memories, and desires flooding into mymind and overwhelming my own, forcing them out.If I could, I would have scream...d. *"Wake up, honey."I was roused from my slumber by someone gently shaking my shoulder. Iopened my eyes and smiled up into that familiar, craggy face."'Morning, Arthur," I said."'Morning, gorgeous," he replied, leaning down to kiss me.I held his head when he did, and what he'd intended as a brief peck onthe. Friar who had already polished off two. She didn’t turn around to see who the new customer was and ignored the sound of the bell. But, then she did turn, her eyes caught sight of him and it felt like she just continued to revolve in a slow spin. He was beautiful, simply the best description she could come up with. At around six feet one or two tall, with an unruly mop of golden hair, broad shoulders and nice clothes, Michelle though he was just about perfect. Her whole body subtly changed,. "Greg watched her mouth work for a moment and smugness passed over him as she looked more than outraged, she looked afraid. Something else flickered behind her eyes and he dusted his shirt off and walked up beside her, his hand moved up to grip her upper arm roughly as she tried to pull herself backwards. His fingers bit into her arm and he looked down from just a few inches from her face so that he made sure his threat hit home. He wasn't going to be tossed on the streets by some mousey little. She grabbed a pillow and whacked him over the head with it. The sudden movement tightened the grip down below on his encased member and this pushed him completely over the edge. He shuddered as he released his passion into her. Her pussy began rhythmically contracting and she yelped as the pillow slipped from her hand, unnoticed.She bent down to kiss him."Thank you for the act of love. A certain no-longer empty hole thanks you also." Both you and the hole are most welcome. Now, what was that.