"It's okay," Miss Krystal said. "Scott was abused. He'll understand. He won't think less of you."I won't repeat Harmony's horror story here. It was ba..., but it isn't my story—it's Harmony's story. I can't imagine anything that bad happening to me. Harmony's story prompted my actions a couple of hours later.Harmony ended her tale as Miss Krystal parked the sedan in a handicapped space. I was too horrified to comment on the blue and white sign in front. The asphalt pavement was warmer than the. . I got intent hard…And started thinking how to fuck her in all her body holes… Especially her ass.. Which I was dying to feel it touch it and finally fuck that big ass badly I became desperate for her body. I have my college timing from 8am to 5pm… With Saturday Sunday off… After coming from college I wait in my balcony to have a look of her… I masturbate daily thinking of her… It become my daily routine… I almost daily see her bra and panty hanging in her balcony.. I always think her body in. She repeats the word a few times. As do others in the crowd. “Did it work?”“I...I think so?” “Well, maybe do experiments further away from camp. Especially ones involving fire and explosions.” I smile at her. Hanatal grins back and gives me a nod. “You’re teaching them about guns?” My wife asks. Snuggling up next to me as the goblins rush off with a flaming stick. “Well, I tell them stories from our world.” I answer, taking her hand in mine. “Dangerous stories it sounds like.” She gives me a. He knew of her, but had never fucked her. We got high. Good weed. Rip your fucking mind away, weed. I paid him. She came out of the bathroom in thigh highs and a black sheer body suit. She was wet. I could smell her. My cock was getting hard in my jeans so I said for her to get on the bed. She kept her shoes on the whole time. He and I unbuckled our belts just as she climbed on the bed with her heels on. We fucked her all night. We took turns. It was all gloriously bareback. We both squirted.