Her plans are complete now and she spoke the truth. I'm unable to do any of the things I did before. My life, my very existence, is only the sensation... and feelings she provides for me. I can feel and think but the only physical activity I can perform is move my eyes. This may sound terrible to the reader but it is wonderful and the culmination of my life's dreams. As an added bonus I have unlimited time to write. I can operate my computer through two programs, Vision Key and Quick Glance, with. She grabbed my hand. I knew the building, so I lead her to a maintenance closet. Once inside, I unbuttoned her pants. She pulled them down. Her pussy was hairy. She giggled. "I haven't shaved in a while"I pulled out my cock and pressed it against her furry cunt. I pushed my hard cock inside her and she moaned a little. I grabbed her butt and began to hump her. My hard cock slid in and out of her moist box. I looked at her face."Is this a little weird?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "but. The next morning he showered, hit the free breakfast in the lobby and filled his thermos with coffee. Once again he droned down the road stopping only to relieve himself and stretch his legs in the rest areas until evening when hunger and the need for fuel and sleep once again forced him to stop. This evening was a repeat of his first on the road. About noon Monday, his third day of retirement, Jeremiah drove through his home town of Steelville. He noted several changes and many things that had. I didn’t know what to do. There I was, Clare Long. Hunter’s girlfriend. I didn’t know what to do. So I sat on the couch with Hunter, reluctantly kissed him goodbye, and went home. …………… I woke up in my room the next morning. I quickly noticed the extra weight of my bust and began to tear up when I realized it wasn’t a weird dream. I was Clare Long. Hunter’s girlfriend, youngest daughter of Trevor and Laura Long, and God knows what else. My phone beeped and I grabbed it. My stomach sank when I.