Sweat poured from herevery pore. She gasped, gritting her teeth harder, her brow furrowingwith the strain of her effort to break the grip of the phall... woundabout her arms. She exhaled and took another deep breath, holding it asshe continued to struggle, twisting her upper body violently back andforth and she bent her knees, pressing her bare feet hard against theground. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!" Herbreath shot from her lungs as she sobbed, frustrated. It was no. As she took another step to sit down on one of the two chairs in the control room, the TARDIS suddenly lurched forward. Amy was thrown against the console, knocking levers out of place and pressing some multicolored buttons. The time machine began making loud sounds that resembled a cat yowling – also while spewing ketchup onto the floor. Alarmed, Amy pressed more buttons and pulled levers. Nothing was working. Steam exploded from somewhere behind her. Amy Pond! Whatve you done this time?!. Stiffly."Oh? What sort of bet?" Here it comes; I'm the butt of some joke, "go tease the 'old' guy." They bet me that I can't get you to fuck me." I about choked on the swallow of beer I was taking. Well, I was either being mocked or my dreams were coming true. Either case called for a similar response: don't act like a gullible ass."So, what makes you think you can get me to?" A few things. And the absence of a few things." Such as..." Such as the fact that I wasn't born with breasts like. “Would you do me now?” Gwen asked. Since I was already down on my knees I moved over to the side of the bed on my knees. I gently used my fingers along the length of her pussy lips which quickly swelled and got very warm. In a few minutes my fingers were wet with her juices. I used this to move to the top of her slit and to her clitoris. Immediately she produced more liquid, and moaned and groaned. Her breath became rapid and short.“Tom. Would you do something different? Would … would you use.