Superman. I think I should explain you something first. In our World we are Defender of the Mankind. We are called the Fantastic Four. My Husband will...tell you everything in detail but first you must know that this machine was build from a man called Dr. Doom. He is a Villain with a great intellect and great resources. He will try everything to get hold of this Portal… and this wouldn´t be good." Susan explained and Superman looked at her thankfully."I am proud to meet you all. Like you I am an. .. I love fucking this yummy little twat!”His words make me very horny and, watching the scene in the mirror, I lose myself.The image of him fucking me, his cock in and out of me, the stark contrast of my lily-white ass and the brown color of his phallus… I am thrust into a cloud of pleasure.One more moment and I’m gonna cum!However, he has further plans for us.He exits me and leads me to the erotic chair next to the bed. He opens my legs wide and gets between them, thrusting his pole for a few. She was keeping me on the edge and all the time I could see the waitress watching me. I knew better than to beg for her to let me orgasm but it was so hard. I could feel myself getting a shortness of breath, longing to scream the restaurant down, like Sally form that film I'd seen years ago, orgasming in my seat for everyone to see. Suddenly there was an emptiness where her feet had been. I opened my eyes and she scolded, "Have some decorum. Try and behave properly." I hung my head in shame. I hadn’t taken his InTime shirt to France with me so, unfortunately, I wouldn’t get to inhale his aroma until I returned to England. It didn’t matter. However much time it would be that I could not touch him or smell him or taste him, he would be there when I returned home. When I got back to England, there was another letter waiting for me. My Dearest Miss Fine, The days pass in the sweltering heat of the summer, but the halls of my heart grow dank and chilly from the poverty of your presence..