I had thestrange feeling that I was honouring him for being able to be a realman, while I did not have what it took to be anything but a pretendgirl.I...liked the way the dryness felt on my lips, as I kissed his cock. Icould not help but to look up at him. I saw his blue eyes lookingpiercingly down at me. I wondered what I must look like to him. Did hesee me as a pretty girl, kissing his cock for him? I hoped so. I didnot want him to think of me as a boy.His eyes fascinated me. He smiled with. I step back making room for him, I'm shaking now, I make no effort to stop him. He nudges the door over, not quite shutting it.I'm standing with my back to the wall, looking up meeting his eyes, my breath catches as he lifts a hand and traces his fingertip around a pale pink areola. It immediately tightens, which makes him smile and he pinches it quickly between his finger and thumb causing me to gasp and arch into his torment. I feel a hot pool of arousal build between my thighs. 'I thought it. Being a weeknight she'd be tired and would probably be masturbating before sleep. I want you to check in on her and let nature take its course. She will submit, Paul. I'm sure of it." "It will certainly be a pleasure. How do you want her to feel afterward?" "At first, confused, ashamed, fearful of my reaction. Later you can tell her I said anything was ok, and you can let her call me to confirm, but I doubt she will. Her mind should be doing cartwheels by the time you are done with her." "And. . " she seemed confused and continued toward me. When Abigail was about a meter away something made critical mass and exploded in our minds. We both knew what we had to do.I can't honestly say our fuck was anything more than the most basic of animal couplings. Certainly no romance, passion or technique. My only desire was to come inside Abigail and fertilize her egg. I didn't know if Abigail had her come and frankly I didn't care. We came to our senses about the same time. Abigail jumped up,.