Katie quickly rushed down the stairs, noticing on the way all the mistakes with her outfit. Top slightly big so people can see down my cleavage, short... perhaps too short making me look like a tramp. Katie got to the door took a deep breath and opened it.Danny stood and quickly spoke “Sorry are you Katie, Martians brother?” Katie began to nod franticly like a lunatic and replied. “Yes, yes I am, Danny right?” he smiled and said “yeah”, he reached his hand out to shake Katie’s, which she grabbed. Remain patient and wait for your creativity to kick back in,’ Jess said aloud, attempting to remain positive. She stared across at the bush and thought of Bozo Street. His image appeared, stripped to the waist, which of course was her last memory of him. Jess attempted to manipulate the image to visualise him totally undressed and facing her. But she failed and what her mind repainted was most unexpected. Bozo remained still wearing shorts but on his chest were female breasts — she was quite. She didn't really count because we were just fishing buddies and she was four years younger than me. We were pals until our junior year in high school. Then Melody and her family moved to another state and I hadn't seen her in over six years. After they moved she wrote a letter every month or so for a few months but they stopped coming.This time I brought a young lady home with me. My parents were happy that I was overcoming my shyness. Shelley and I met in college and fell into instant "like". I felt I stretched her, I felt I reached the bottom of her vagina, all the way to the cervix. Her reaction was one to behold. She tightened her legs around me in panic, and grabbed my whole upper body and dragged it down on herself. Her face told everything about the thrust. Her eyes where clammed together and she grimaced with her in pain. Now I hit the point of no return. I lifted her by her hips and started fucking her like a madman. I wanted to humiliate her. For her teasing, for the way.