Bill’s face hardened immediately. Before Eric could respond, he found himself pushed up against the beige walls and his tight jeans being pulled by ...n angry Bill. They ripped at the seams and bulged obscenely, until they finally ripped at the seams and exposed Eric’s boxers. “What makes you think that I can’t do it with a little fucker like you, hmm?” he said, smiling cruelly at Eric. He pulled Eric’s jacket and shirt off of him as well, leaving him totally naked save his underwear. The power. At this stage she had her hands clasped over the cups of her bra which still contained her little titties, keeping them hidden from my view. My father the Doctor examined her smooth, straight back with his stethoscope whilst asking her to breathe deeply in and out. He then moved round to her front and asked her to drop her hands. She looked at him imploringly and I could see big wet tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He had his job to do and was gently insistent that she let him examine. For all the power and appearance of the form, she looks lost. Alone. Scared. I find myself beside her. Lifting her chin. Kissing her.I pick her up without releasing her lips and fly to her room. No, really; I can do that. I stop in time to keep from breaking her door in. Once inside, what little clothing we have on goes flying. Her skin feels like a snake, scaled and supple; it tastes like sweat and something - something I don't know. I can't stop running my lips over her. She moans; it has a. " she wiggled her pinkie to make her point. I smiled at her, and pressed the tip against her lips, it already damp from my pre-cum. A sigh escaped me from the pleasure of her soft lips parting to suck gently on the helmet of my cock, before she let a bit more slip into her mouth. Letting the helmet loll on her tongue she start to move it in and out if her mouth, never quite letting it come completely out. The days sexual tensions had left me on edge and the bliss had hardly started when I felt.