She had the same horrible image that awoke her many nights imprinted into her eyes. The sight of Buffy falling to her death off the tower to close the...portal her blo*d had opened slowly cleared from her vision she thought, "It should have been me not Buffy! I'm not even real those stupid monks made me out of a ball of energy, but I'm still here and Buffy is gone..." Dawn began to softly weep as she curled up into a small fetal ball. "The world needs the Slayer, not her little s*ster who isn't. She said that she had had fantasies that it was about her, and that she had fantasized that we had had sex right in the bathroom.Then she sat on my lap and my stiff cock poked her in the leg. She said, "So, it was about me."I said, "Yes, I have had many fantasies about you."She began to stroke my cock and I asked about her husband. She said, "He is out of town on business. Don't worry about him." Then she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand felt so good on my cock, I could not believe this was. But, again, after all was said and done, she felt so fortunate to have experienced the night's over the top sex. And, a few days later, after she had reflected on this evening, she knew it was something that, "I probably shouldn't do again. But I couldn't rule it out."She arrived around 8:00 in the evening. It was raining out and rain always caused her to want to have sex. She loved making love, or fucking, when it was raining. She was particularly fond of fucking in the car as the rain pinged. “You guys are serious aren’t you”? “Damn right brother, going deep is where it is”. Jerome explained that most women take maybe half if their luck. “The most aggravating problem to it is just before you blow a nut their pushing you away”. "You usually end up cumming on her stomach, or pussy lips or the bed. Tell me if you don’t think that gets annoying or what"! The three laughed they kept drinking beer and discussing the problem and a possible solution. At about four thirty Tina got home from.