”“Lisa, you need to take care of yourself. I probably won’t enjoy sleeping with a dead person.”She smiled at that. “No, that probably wouldn...��t be that much fun.”“You need to go home.”“No, Jack, I just need to change. I’ll be good.”“Lisa...”“Jack, I have an emergency kit in my trunk. I’ll just go and change.”He followed her outside. “Okay, but tonight you are going home.”“Go get some breakfast and bring it back. I’ll be good.” She took her bag and headed back inside.Jack went to the nearest. I also got a second go and from then on I always looked forward to it, usually several times a week.I never dated her and lost track over that summer but between Thanksgiving and Christmas I saw her at an event and introduced myself. She seemed to have only vague memories of me but that was understandable, however she did accept the offering of a date. We had a casual meal and caught up on things and I found out that she was a senior also and from a town not far from my own. We seemed to click. He kissed along her neck violently. His body held her down so that she could not escape. She no longer possessed any power over him and she reveled in it. She had turned him into the hungry sex-driven beast that was now attacking her. The fact that she was responsible for the actions he was now committing served to heighten her pleasure and her want of him. She had wanted him to feel what it meant to her for him to say the words that he did and she knew that he was feeling it right then. It was. Juices squirted out again hitting the window and soaking the bed spread and carpet.Still shaking uncontrollably she laid back into the man. But he had yet to cum. He grabbed her ass and started thrusting up and down, using the bed springs for leverage. Pistoning in and out of her pussy, the blond came alive again, screaming and squirting. With every thrust into her juices squirted out in an arc spraying the carpet and the window sill. With one animalistic push the man lifted his hips into the.