Main madhosh ho chukka tha. fir achanak hi wo mere chutaro par kiss karane laga. Mere muh se siskari nika gayee. Maine sisskate hue pucha ye kya kar r...he ho. To boala ki achcha lag raha hai ya nahin. Mere muh se apane aap nikala bahot achcha lag raha hai.Fir usane mera towel nika l diay our mujhe palat diya to maine dekha ki wo pahale hi nanga tha. mere palate hi mera land usake saamane khara hogaya. Usane mere land ke dono or jangho ko chumana shuru kar diya. Our bolane laga ki yaar tera badan. . Oh that gets me soooo wet” she was getting louder as her rhythm was getting faster. Then... “SHIT! FUCK! DAMN IT!” He could hear her get up out of bed and rummage through her bags. He slowed down on stroking his cock just enough to keep it hard waiting for her to start again. “Damn it I knew I forgot something”. He continued to listen as she walked over to the adjoining door. He heard her unlock her side then... knock, knock, knock. “I’m allowed to talk now, I heard you say my name”. .." She sighedfretfully, hanging her head. "...Goddess, I?m so confused..." I think when we get you into your proper uniform, things will be muchmore clear to you." Evangeline mused, scratching gently beneath Donna?schin as the attendant arched her head up, finding the feeling strangelyagreeable. "I should also tell you that I think you?ve earned the rightto be called something other than a Prototype. I wonder what we shouldcall you..." Mavis! Mavis!" The young woman who used to be Donnie Blatz. Sometimes she wore a silky shirt under her jacket. If wearing trousers, they were close-fitting, emphasising her long-looking legs. If wearing a skirt, it was usually modest in length – knee-length or just an inch or two above it – but often with a teasing split in the back or side, offering tantalising slight glimpses of thigh. Her auburn hair was short, and, like her glasses, enhanced her confident and elegant appearance.On the fateful day, I was walking home from playing pool with my.