The smaller of the two (which meant he was only six- two and two hundred and twenty pounds or so) took a thoughtful drag off of his smoke.Kathy broke ...ur embrace and turned to the two of them. "I told you he would be here soon." She said to them. "Lance, Nick, this is Paul, my boyfriend."Automatically I held out my hand to shake with them. This was a mistake. Lance's grip was nearly enough to break fingers. Nick's was even worse."How do you do?" I asked, fighting down a grimace of pain.They. “Oh fuck, oh Jesus fuck.” He was very physical; he pushed and fucked me harder and harder. It seemed to take a lot of energy for him to keep that pace up. He breathed heavily with every stroke. I encouraged him, “Fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me hard.” His youth and vitality shone through as he kept a fast pace for an incredibly long time. I had another orgasm. My hips flew up and we both collided in mid-air. My clit was being kept fully awaked and sent shock waves through my very being. A. She asked who's dick is that? I said mine. She said who holds the key? I said well my wife isn't really into it so right now no one. She said bring them over and I'll keep them. This excited me, a real key holder. The very next day I went over to my son's while he was at work and his k**s at school and handed my key to Gail. She asked if I had the device on? I said yes , it requires the key to lock it on. She put the keys in her change purse and into her pocketbook. She started telling me that. I wanted to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin; but her hair grew longer, covering her in an impenetrable barrier, a constricting sarcophagus of red fur. Lust was driving me mad; I tried to rip the hair off her body, only to feel the tips of my fingers burn as if I was handling a fire. And from within, echoing, I heard a mewling , that both saddened me and made me more and more hungry, so that I couldn’t resist to dig deeper in that layer of hair, my hands charring, smoldering?I woke up.