" "No, don't kill me. I can still show you a good time," youhear yourself saying, without even thinking about it first. Youwill do anything to s...ay alive. You hear a wicked little laugh. "Remember what we did tothat chick we picked up on La Cienega? The one that was onlythirteen?" "Yeh, man, let's do that." You quake with fear, fear of the unknown. Someone turns offthe engine, gets out of the van. You hear the hood raise. Moments later, they start the engine again. . "Now run along Samantha, I need you to get prepared for tonight."Both woman laughed as I went into the kitchen to prepare for the party they were hosting. Dissipate all that was going on she worked with a smile on her face and she whistled as she worked preparing all sorts of snacks and party favors. This was all so new to her but she was prepared for just about any thing. Samantha would find out that this party would be the beginning of the end of her male personality.�Part Two (The Party)It. I realized I hadn’t seen that look in years- since long before I married my husband. This man was in awe that I was there with him, was puffing up with pride that I was HIS- I knew this because I felt the same way. We may have heard the trucks pull up- who knows? If I did, I didn’t care. If he did, he was happy to show off his trophy now covered with glistening juices and bucking against his hand wildly. As I felt his cock surge to that next level of hardness, He groaned and said softly, “Babe,. A tweak, a twist then Jerome moved to kneel in front of her.He unbuttoned her shirt, kissing her lightly with each button undone. Using both hands he lifted and squeezed her tits till the nipples stood out bright red. Taking one in his mouth he sucked and bit just enough to make her sigh. Meg began to twist and wiggle where she sat. She was getting wetter by the minute.Jerome never expected her to return touch for touch. He insisted she just simply receive the pleasure he gave her. He moved on.