“Maybe I should ask her out myself and give her a damned good fuck, she looks like she could do with one,” giggled Etheridge. Piss off Etheridge y...u moron, she wouldn’t touch you with a barge pole and anyway, she doesn’t have sex with virgins,” responded Martyn as he decided to walk back into the building and sit down on one of the benches close to the Headmistress’s Study. As he sat in the silence of the now empty entrance hall, he noticed that the heavy oak study door was not fully closed.. "That settles it," James thought, "I'm definitely dead."He remained where he stood as he watched the bystanders go back to their routine, the near-disaster quickly forgotten. James tried in vain a couple more times to get the attention of the townspeople, but his voice never reached them."Great," he mused, "I'm a ghost trapped in ancient… where am I?" Looking around at the primitive architecture, the simple people, and the archaic technology they used, James tried to remember what he'd learned. Her yawning pink vagina slowly closed shut over the deep, gooey pool of my king’s semen. When it completely closed, the once thin, fragile lips of her inner pussy now appeared as grossly swollen, wrinkled, puffy, misshapen pink flesh atop which sat the shrinking, retracting nub of her hooded clitoris. The little girlish camel toe was now gone forever, and replaced by the loose, stretched vulva of a woman recently fucked by a Black man. As the exhausted girl fell asleep on the fucking couch,. "Calm down, sir," Dad said to the guy. "She didn't mean to keep youawake." Who are you, her dad?" the guy asked. "Isn't she old enough to standup for herself?" No, I'm her agent," Dad replied, more firmly this time while leaningforward into a more intimidating pose. He sounded really calm, but Icould see the tension around his eyes that gave away the fact that hewas starting to get upset."Are you going to an audition or something?" The man asked. He lookedlike he was calming down some, and I.