After a few minutes, I got my flashlight and went to investigate the area where he had been. I could see the small clearing where he had crouched to w...tch me, then as I shone my light on the bushes around the area, I saw several strings of his sticky white semen hanging off the leaves. It had been quite a load. Instinctively, I reached out and wiped a gob off the leaves and put it to my lips. It tasted wonderful and there was as added excitement knowing it had come from his young testicles.It. He held me firmly, and pushed slowly. I could feel him sliding past my tight sphincter. I groaned….it did hurt, but his fingers never stopped rubbing my clit and the pressure and tightness made me want to cum harder than ever. After a time he was buried in my ass all the way. He started to slide in and out of my tight back passage. I didn’t like it at first, but I could feel some kind of strange pressure building in my belly, I had never felt before. Like an orgasm starting from your tits and. It was designed to keep her body frompassing, but not his. That was why she had needed his body...so that shecould walk through as though nothing were there."And I'm trapped," he growled, punching at the invisible wall that kepthim inside.After staring at the doorway for another minute, Dave slowly turned andwalked away, the reality of his situation beginning to weigh on him. Hefrowned as he walked his way back to the couch that Pandallas had beenlaying on, it being the only place to really sit. ..yes... Wait!I'm Wayne Thomlinson! Then who's Wilma. No, that's what happened to me.I've got to get out of here. But it feels... so good. I like being astupid slut. I gotta stop thinking so much. No. I gotta get out ofhere. I have to keep my hands away from myself or I'll become thatstupid slut again. And I don't know if I can pull myself out again.There's gotta be someone to help me. I'll just keep from touchingmyself till then.Now, where is the exit? He didn't put it in my mind. Can't dig.