"Press play on the CD player," she shouted down the stairs at him before disappearing inside her bedroom. He did. The rich funky slow music of Mr. Mag...c by Grover Washington Jr. smoked out of the speakers, filling the room with a sensuous air. He sat on the comfortable couch. He wondered whether to stroke his thickened club or let it slip back into dormancy. His fingers tapped at it with indecision. The vision of her ultimately luscious body and face standing in the front door were imprinted on. He was wearing a dark blue jeans and a white shirt. The shirt was out and the first button was also open giving a sneak view of his chest making me little horny. I was wearing a casual khakhi pant with a shirt. We had 2 drinks and the tipsy mood was on and he did hold my hand and we went on the dance floor. High music, people dancing around and we started dancing too. It didnt take long to get cloes in dancing and his hands wrapped me from behind and our bodies were now touching each other. I couldn't have her not be a smoker. That would never do. She hadto be me in every respect. There was more, of course. My usually emptychecking account was now hers, so I impressed on her the importance ofclipping vouchers to her weekly budget, then filled her in on where toshop, who she got on with at the trailer park and who she didn't, andsimilar stuff. When I was done she was ready to slip seamlessly into myformer life as Maggie Jones. I was confident no one would suspect she hadever been. It was then that she said-“Now I know you are ready for it!”.She grabbed my hips firmly, her fingers clenched my soft butt cheeks and with one thrust, I felt her strapon make way inside of me. My virginity was gone, I gasped in pain, but I jerked my body back, I wanted it completely inside of me. I wanted it all. Her grip grew firm, and with one firm jerk, she thrust the entire length of the strapon inside of me. I was gasping in pain. I was trembling, but somehow, I didn’t want it to stop. I.