Suddenly her rhythm changed, she wanted speed, friction build between us. I held on to her waist, matched her tempo and stroked her good. "Ooh, right ...here just like that." My uninhibited form took over, became aggressive and wild. I stood behind her, my strokes strong and powerful. I made her take my force, held her so that she couldn't run. She moaned, screamed, pushed at my stomach; I fucked her hard, liked I saw Byron Long do Misty Stone in a porno. I fucked her until she couldn't take. This time she was dreaming that they had met at the beach in a nearby town, both with family members who were hurrying to go fishing. You could feel the electricity as they passed each other going to their usual spots. The awareness was so familiar to her that for a second, just that second, she wanted to ask him how he was. Knowing the kids would start asking questions she continued to walk away from him.Getting to the spot they had chosen the last time they were there, she helped the others. "I warned the gentleman," Keep said. Six eyes looked at him curiously."It seems when the sorceress cast her spell, she also cursed the barstool theman had been sitting on." He motioned to the stool the woman was on. "Thatstool."The three men all backed away slightly, as if the curse extended beyond theseat. Looking as close as they dared, the red-haired woman was sitting on aplain wooden stool."Now any man who sits in it and stares to long at any woman, will become awoman himself. That's how I. I was old enough to be her father but it did not seem to matter to the slut. We chatted a few times in the library late at night while studying at the individual booths. She always had that glow on her face. One night we were leaving the library at the same time, around two in the morning, it was in May towards finals. We were talking about stress so I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said “I wish, none of these boys know what I need”, I laughed at her, I knew exactly what she needed..