. icouldn't find even his messages on Whatsapp, besides none of mycolleagues had his number and none knew where he lived.I had not his address (i coul...n't remember it anymore?), so i could nottalk with him and discover if what i thought to remember was true, that iwas transformed into Mandy: my (new?) life settled in a routine, job,children and the house to take care of and then my husband.. we madelove, unprotected love, several times after that fatheful night, so itwas clear it was only a. She grabbed her tits, squeezing them as I plundered her juicy depths.I bottomed out in her juicy twat.“Mr. Michaels!” she moaned, squeezing around me. “Ooh, it's so nice having a man's cock in me.”“I bet it is,” I groaned and drew back, her hot flesh clinging to me.“You're not one of those boys.” She stared up at me. “That's why you have to breed me. I have to be a mommy young. While I'm ripe and fertile.”“That's right,” I groaned, pumping away at her juicy twat. She gripped me with that pussy.. I had let go of her arms and just held onto her hips. Load after load of hot, sticky cum shot out of my dick, I had actually shot so much, some of it started to drip out of her vagina. I pulled out of her and immediatley cum flooded out of her pussy. This once beautiful girl now had a nasty cut on her lower lip, blood and jizz dripping out of her now sore and used pussy, and three bruises on her ass. She put her hands on her face and sobbed, just sobbed. I collapsed on top of her not worrying. Andrea smiled in a playful way and turned to find her master's room. As she neared room 406 she turned and looked along the empty corridor, breathing a sigh of relief she knocked on the door and quickly folded her skirt up into a kind of belt. Of course this showed her bare arse and her uncovered cunt. Just then the same old man came towards her in the corridor, she was in a dilemma, should she cover up and risk her master opening the door to her failing in her task or should she pretend that.