I couldn’t do that, though, so I had to settle for just closing my eyes and basking in the sensation of him easing in and out of me over and over ag...in, which turns out was more than enough to drive me crazy. “I’m not going to last long, Sam.” Brad stated between grunts. “Don’t worry about me, just go as long as you can.” I said over my shoulder. “Shit, your ass just looks so good...” “Keep it in!” I blurted, sensing he was about to cum. “Blow it inside me!” He did. With a loud groan, he. ​What the fuck was happening to me? Who was that that did this at the club? I felt some fear of not knowing what happened, but not like when it first appeared. I went upstairs trying to contemplate what was happening to me. I had to get whatever had gotten into me, out again. I hit my bong and started a bath. That did help calm me down, but the strange feelings were still there. I had to do something about how horny I was. I started rub my clit and think about Charlie, but nothing was. My eyes watched the many, busy stage-hands as they rushed about in a quiet, chaotic way, while my ears were filled with the bellowing sound of Tchaikovsky. Ahh Ollie there you are, whispered the director in her thick, French accent as she urgently grabbed me by the elbow and led me over to my entrance position. How are you feeling? she asked as she hurriedly flicked through some sheets in the clipboard she held in her well manicured hand. Im fine, I replied through a dry mouth as I gazed upon. At first I didn't like having her there, but I soon learned to like Holly and enjoyed her company. She helped Mom around the house and frequently helped me with my homework. I got used to having Holly there when I arrived home from school. I often asked her to help me with my schoolwork just so I could sit beside her and smell her perfume and feel her hugs, which she always gave me when I solved a problem or learned a new skill. One afternoon, a few weeks before school ended for the.