She hadn’t ever really had any curiosity about them; it had always been enough for her to know that they existed, though until this moment, in her h...art, she hadn't really believed the things she'd been told. In her sheltered rural life they had been no more real to her than the monsters under the bed, nothing but idle childhood warnings of being sent to the urbs if she didn't behave. Even now, this all had a touch of unreality about it, everything had changed so fast since the crash, it all. I rang her apartment and she asked who it was and when I told her she just buzzed me in. When I knocked on her door she opened the door looking like death warmed over, she was so fucking sick she wasn't going anywhere. I asked if she had seen my wife and she said they had a falling out over a guy she was seeing and they weren't on taking terms anymore. I thanked her and ran down the hall as she called out "The guy is huge and black." Oh fuck what have I done, I should of told her about the bet. I wanted to be unclothed and inside of her. She knew it and rocked gently to keep me on the edge of begging for her. After about ten minutes, I heard the doorbell. Wow, I thought this girl must really want her.As Lacey got up to answer she instructed with a little dominance, "Lose the pants, but do not start playing with yourself or else."I heard her open the door and quickly I stripped off my pants. As I looked back up it seemed surreal, I was expecting a beautiful women, but instead there was. Today was one of those days. Unknown to Kelly the fat balding bus driver was quiet the pedophile. His heart jumped every time he saw her at a stop. He liked to try and look up her many skirts as she sat on the bus seat. George Caldwell, better known as BigRed69 online even had a favorite skirt of hers and his chest fluttered whenever he saw the black and red pleated carmine skirt with the Chantilly lace that tantalized him. She had gotten into a gothic schoolgirl look after her parents.