I quickly scanned the near empty bookshop and picked up a random novel to take to the till.Emily smiled up at me as I reached her and handed the book ...ver. As I did I dropped the book. It landed on the desk with a bang and (as I was hoping) we both reached for it. I managed to place a hand firmly onto hers. Time began to slow until it almost froze. I watched with sadistic glee as a spider web of purple lines shot into Emily's hand and spread up and under her tank top. When it reached her blue. Owen returned with my panties in his hand, a knife, a jug of orange juice, two cups, and the bag of bagels. “Why are you crying again?” he asked. “I feel like shit,” I said, drying my eyes on the back of my hand. “You seem like such a nice guy, and I’m such a whore.” “You’re not a whore,” he said sweetly. “You got drunk, and we fucked.” “I am a whore!” I cried. “I act all prim and proper, but the truth is, I’m just a whore!” “If you were a whore, you’d be downstairs in the dogpile.” “Dogpile?”. John was ok with that so relaxed and let me ride and play.Knowing John needed some easing into taking anything up his arse, I went very slow and gentle, first working one finger into him, pushing lube in and around his hole. I dribbled more spit onto my finger, making it easier to work into him. Before long I had him moaning in pleasure, easing a second finger into him, working them deep as I could. With my fingers now in his arse, I felt for his prostate, quickly finding it. I knew when I had. The attendant who came out to check on me watched as I filled the tankwith gas, then went in to pay him."Not from around here, as you?" he asked me as I paid with cash. "No, Im just passing through," I told him as he gave me my change."Well, if you see a girl wearing something... Unusual tonight, whateveryou do, don't stop," he said to me as I turned back to him in surprise. "What, come on, what is this, some kind of local legend, a ghost, Idon't believe in ghosts," I told him as I walked from.