So, she tried to experience as much of 'normal' existance as she could, with the help of her friends, who treated her just like any other person, any ...ther person that is, who couldn't eat, sleep, or dream. Her imagination was not the best either, although in a way, she was the sum of all the imagination of mankind.But that was not her own imagination or dreams. So she threw herself into being a vital, playful, energetic teen. Freaky was so lucky, she was the perfect girlfriend, except for. ... no cuming yet. I start tickling you with my tongue. All those hidden places, all those places that were never ticklish before. You scream for me to stop, not now, I have you in my power. I stand up and place my engorged member next to your face and you open your mouth to taste me. You suck like a mad woman, wanting me, needing me. You enjoy sucking me. I pull out before I cum. I step back for a moment and look at a beautiful woman. I gather my self and begin the light,. While standing to gain more momentum, I saw one of her hands moving from the workbench toward her sex. "Jesus, you're a fucking dirty bitch. You can't get enough, can you?" "Nooo," she croaked and then moaned again as she started fingering her clit. Honestly, this woman was blowing my mind, especially knowing who she was. Aware that she was my boss's sister-in-law certainly added spice to the whole episode, but it was Cristine who made it so memorable. I'd never met anyone like her — and. As they opened- he could see the top of her lime green thong peeking out. She slid her pants over her hips and before he knew it- she was kicking them to where her T-shirt lay. She stood in the glow of the street lamp in her matching lime green thong and bra… as well as her beads. The bracelets snaked around her wrists, and her pacifier lay between her perfect breasts. He could feel his cock starting to rise again at the sight of this rave angel offering herself to him where anyone could see. .