This is all I can do.” Jean felt a needle prick her shoulder and then withdraw. She relaxed as much as she could and sank deeper into the cushion, r...lling her head on the massive thigh of the man on her left. She listened in the dark of the hood as hard as she could, trying to hear every sound, every nuance. The man on her right reached up her dress and began playing with her member. She heard voices in the van from the seats in front of her. “Please tell me again why you contacted us?” The. She sighs, strips off her clothes, the same ones she wore last night, then steps into the shower.The hot water pours down her face and water, washing away the dirt and grime but not much else. A hand runs over her breasts, down her belly and over the heavy organ hanging lifelessly between her legs. Things have been crazy since that night she put on the strap-on, from the visions and experiences to everything she has learned and in between. She stands there, absorbing the hot water trickling. Theyhad a thin 3-inch heel and were white in colour; rather I should haveworn the pair with a chunkier heel and black leather.I walked comfortably up to the bridge over the creek that came down fromthe hillside and flowed to the pond created by the beavers a few yearsbefore. I had measured the distance, almost two miles, I turned aroundto head back daydreaming as I did I got about half way down the pathwhen I noticed another car pulled up next to mine. A touch of panicgripped my nerves, but I. No way was my fiancee getting home this weekend. I heard her door open and her footsteps behind me. I turned to see her standing there, her hair up in a pony tail and a modest amount of make-up showing off her delicate features. She wore a grey sweater over a black turtleneck with a black pleated skirt with two tones of grey stripes running diagonal on the dress with red tights underneath. “I hope this looks okay, I still don’t have many clothes yet” she said shyly.“my dear you look cute. .