Targa was the depressed girl that Seth modified at the same time that he was working on Jerome. She had been suicidal, depressed about her weight, lac... of confidence and lack of friends, and fed up with people who picked on her. She also tended to get drunk and go home with whoever would have her, usually someone desperate for anything, which did not make those experiences very pleasant for Targa.Seth had gone visiting with her on one of her drunken nights, and he modified the way that she. Your fingers slides the dress to the side and your lips slide over to my nipples, your tongue teasing them. As you are caressing and teasing my breast, your hand slides back down my side, down to my legs and under my dress. You start to gently play with my clit, while I try to be quiet since we are in public. The excitement of being in public, not caring about anything but how we are feeling spurs us onward. My left hand on your leg, my fingers clenching into your leg as the feeling of what you. I hope you know how you are making me feel. I hope you understand you hold the key to my pleasure. You are definitely worth it... you are worth the world... the existance itself. You are everything I ever wanted. As my attachment to you is growing inside of me, I only hope you understand what this means to me. I'm offering myself...I'm giving myself to you...please take it. Please enjoy my body and share yours with me.I interrupt your sucking and massaging of my breasts. And get up... your face. My heart was pounding. Was it Mark? No. A large black cock and balls appeared through the hole. I was both disappointed that it wasn't Mark but highly aroused at the sight of such a monster. What should I do? Well, it throbbed and bobbed inches from my face as if saying "please suck me!" and it seemed like there was only one thing to do. I dipped my head forward and took the bulbous helmet into my mouth and held it there throbbing and jerking between my lips. This was sending impossible.