It made him feel so strange but also good in the same time.She looked up in to his face that was so close to hers, his big brown eyes look so fascinat...ng and soulful. Some impulse in their minds made them move their faces closer and their lips met together. They were kissing deeply and with passion now the line between junior and senior was melted, he hugged her back and cradling her hair with his pudgy hand, they making out like they had been lovers before.They kissed passionately and their . One, you’re the last one to know about this, having collapsed and blacked out while many of us enjoyed your body, it seems. Two, when you are alert, you seem like the natural leader of this little group or club or whatever. You can make sure that I get enough sperm to get me pregnant! I’m not fertile again until the last night of CosCon, but on that night, I hope to have a gang-bang, with your consent, that is focused on me getting every possible load in my twat. I do mean every load. No other. ‘Connie Martin—Department of Social Services,’ the stranger blurted out. ‘Can we do this here in my office?’ Jackson asked the nurse. ‘We don’t need an audience.’ ‘No, problem,’ she answered. ‘Give me a minute to set up.’ Connie Martin was a plain woman. She was in between tall and short, in her late thirties—neither old nor youthful. She wore a black suit that negated any features of her body. She had shoulder-length, straight, black hair and olive skin. Her hair was held in place by barrettes. Iroll to the left, fucking big tits!! They bother me a lot,thank God it's a dream, close my eyes...No I'm not sleeping, fuck! I really have tits!I stand, I almost fall, the bed is taller, I'm searchingfor the interrupter to light the room, I can't find it. Idespair, I walk, I crush in something, a voice, a girlvoice, somebody is here with me, I can't keep my balance,fuck! I'm gonna fall...The voice, talking to me, a hand in my face, slapping,fuck! Someone is beating me. The dream, the tits, the.