That is when I opened my eyes fully.There, standing before me was the woman of my fantasy. Just as I had pictured her. It was then that I realized I w...s not envisioning it in my head, but actually seeing her there. I was shocked to say the least and sat up to cover myself with my hands.She giggled and flashed that beautiful smile and said "You look like you need a little help yourself."She kneeled down and slowly pulled my hands away from my rapidly softening hard on. Her touch was electric and. We finally burned off all the excess energy and then started in on our reserves. Eventually, even that ran out, and we slept on the ground, recovering our breath, our strength, and our sanity. Sex with Maureen was more a marathon than a sprint, but her finishing kick about killed me.So there you go.As we quietly walked back to the cave I saw Judy slip inside. It was clear that she was making sure that I was going to be all right. After killing another set of crazed rapists, and making love to. I squealed, high-pitched, and desperate, my legs jolting downwards, to try and make him stop, but when I felt him, the head of his penis begin to enter me, I gave a muted cry. He had me, and now I was done for!With his cock now in me, he began to thrust, rapid, short and, to me, ineffective, but he was gaining depth, and before too long, he was able to make sure I felt him. He was nowhere near as well-gifted as Ben, or even my husband, but he was able to fill me partially. That was when he. A bank card and a bank account: what better, more tangibleproof could there be that I was now and truly Cindy Long?***Two weeks later, cradling the oversized mug in my hands, the heat slowlypenetrating into my hands as the coffee warmed me from within, I stareddeep into my dark beverage and found no new revelation there. Looking upI'd still be Cindy: a small, young girl sitting primly at the edge of anoversized sofa-chair, knees pressed together, eyes demurely downcast andonly rarely casting.