"But I've only been making plans, not destroying them." He looked behind her. "The coffee is ready."She turned to the counter and unplugged the pot, p...uring them both a cup. Don't let him put anything in it, she prayed to herself silently. His nude body was still lurking in her mind, urging her to do the things he had forced her to do before. She could not deny that he had made her feel like Greg never could, but she could not remove the guilt that inked her conscience."What kind of plans do. The last time I measured, it was nearly eight inches long and more than seven in circumference. “Uh huh,” she said, “been jerking off to computer porn?” “Nope, just thinking about you,” and I stepped out from behind my chair and let go of my throbbing prick. She gasped, put her hand to her mouth and took a step back, dropping her towel. “Migawd,” she gasped, “when did that happen?” “Had a growth spurt in the spring; you remember. High water pants you called it.” “It doesn’t even look real.” She. “I am not a human like you are Jessica,” The creature told me but how did it know my name? It continued to speak, “I am a part of you. I am your fantasies and a part of your mind, therefore, I know everything about you.” The creature’s hands continued over my body as it spoke. One of it’s hands was now parting my legs and sliding, palm first over my warmly smooth skin that was already aflame with desire. “Please…” I pleaded with it. The creature moved his hands up to my head and ran it’s. Apparently he left those out just in case she had a hard time adjusting to her new surroundings. He poured them a glass each which finished off the bottle, and took a sip of the sweet liquid. She wasn’t supposed to drink. Her condition…a flash of color passed by her eyes and she grabbed onto the island as her lips parted the glass. Alan sent her a look of concern, but she refused to meet his stare. She copied his motion. Though they were minors, they weren’t strangers to alcohol. The times they.