Then again, at least it wasn’t some strange stalker lurking in the shadows, and she had to admit he was good looking… She shook her head, conflict...d and obviously in a fragile state of mind as she fought the understandable emotional trauma of a rape victim and the extreme turn on that she discovered she had from last night… Surprising herself, she made a split second decision and pretended that she didn’t realize that Ty was the culprit, instead placing the blame for her look on a conveniently. She stood up and raised her underskirt and slides her panty down and removed it. She gave it to me. I smelled that part of panty where her pussy touches. What a sweet smell. The smell was the mixture of her urine and pussy juice. She stood near the table with one leg on the table. She asked me to enter my dick into her pussy from the back. I came near her back side and sat down and looked at her pussy. It was neatly shaved. I stand behind her back. My dick was touching her ass. She took my dick. She sucked in her breath, but made no sound.Peter's cock seemed to fill her vision and her fingers moved with rough finesse. Pleasure came in waves.She could see it!She could feel it!It filled her up!"Oh, God! Yessss!" she screamed, as her dream within a dream drove her to reality. "That's it! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Make me cum! I need to cum!" Shit, babe, oh, shit, Marsha . . . babe, you're so hot. I love fucking you! Cum for me! Cum for Tom!"Her mind heard nothing. It was reaching for her. Amon left Detroit’s cool weather to step off the plane in Phoenix during one of the hottest October in its history. He didn’t have a clue that his Nike yellow velour track suit would be too heavy. He couldn’t wait to shed the heavy material. He took off his jacket and t-shirt. He sat on the edge off the bed and removed his shoes to show me his feet. I laughed and he lunged his Barney Rubble feet at me. I took the large feet in hand and rubbed them as we had a conversation about him and his feet.