Jordan hadn't been an especiallyhirsute man before anyway."Oh, Anna, I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that,"Jason said. "I promise I...won't tell Jordan. He *is* special, isn't he...I mean she? Maybe we should be using feminine pronouns for now. We'veput him... uh... her through hell, and he... uh... I mean *she* is stillsoldering on." Yes," Anna agreed. "We'll need to think of something super special todo for... her... when all this is over." Agreed. Have you talked to Jordan?". I open my legs wider to take you in, desperate to be used and enjoyed. Gasp. Sigh. Grunt.You inhale sharply as you place your round, swollen head at the portal of my vagina, your manhood poised at the swollen, fiery gates of my sex. A jolt of electricity shoots down my thighs, my mouth wide and agape and dry. You insert yourself inside me, your hand pushing me more firmly into the wall. It hurts. I wouldn't ask for any less or any more.Slap. Bang. Whack. You fuck me hard and fast, with all the. Some womens just enjoy a pillow between their legs to rub against. Squeeze your thighs around a nice soft pillow or cushion or any other soft object you prefer. Start to gently rock your pelvis up and down causing the fabric to gently stimulate your clitoris. This is a nice feeling as you are not touching yourself so it feels like someone else. Imagine rubbing yourself against and squeezing on your ideal man’s thigh for example.There are so many ways you can stimulate this tiny little pleasure. The disco had been the idea of Paul, one of our rugby coaches and seemed like a good idea at the time but as the event drew closer I realized I didn’t want to go but social pressure made it impossible to back out. To make matters worse, everyone had managed to bag themselves dates, except for you know who. So here I was, alone, feeling miserable and slowly drinking myself into oblivion whilst wishing the evening would hurry up and end. Even Paul who was definitely at the back of the queue when.