Lucy had never forgotten the day they sat together under a cloudless summer sky and gazed at the wide stretch of the muddy river. She was thirteen and...wearing her prettiest dress. He was a year older, an awkward age when girls can be an embarrassment. They were too young for real feelings of love and desire, and yet too old to be play-fellows. There was a long silence, broken only by the squeal of a seagull circling overhead. ‘A penny for them.’ ‘What?’ Henry was startled out of his reverie. ‘I. My eyes go wide and my mouth gapes open when I see this long, thick, pinkish worm with a head shaped like a narrow, phallic mushroom cap pushing against my labia.“AHH!” I scream at the top of my lungs, falling on my ass as I reach for it.Its smooth, unsegmented exterior is so slick that the tubular worm slips through my hand, parting my folds and my hanging inner lips with its penis crown shaped head before quickly slithering into my tight vaginal opening. In the blink of an eye, four or five. She was sharing a stall there. I’d worshipped Her since 1999 and by 2006 I’d sent Her 1000s of worship sheets, poems, stories, mag covers. We had also exchanged many emails and by that time She knew every detail of my worship. I never dreamed I’d actually see Her for real, be allowed into Her presence. As a life-long girl-worshipping wanker it was always my dream to worship personally, but the thought I could actually meet up with a beautiful glamorous model was beyond ridiculous – what girl. Kay had a brief two piece on with out a cover, she was never cold. Angel was wearing a two piece suit and a white beach robe. the fire was blazing. The sun was going down and we decided to play a game, poker, with pennies for betting . Kay was as usual cleaning up. She relished on winning the more devestating the more she liked it.Then someone, I'm sure it was Kay, said why don't we play strip poker. Since Kay was winning, she got to pick the game. I was wearing trunks and a t shirt as the game.