" "Yeah it really is," he says looking at me. He smiles and gets off the bike. As he starts to walk towards me I raise my hand signalling for him to s...op. The bike ride was enough for me. The vibrations, holding him -- it's enough to make my head swim. He doesn't stop and in a few strides is right in front of me. I take a step to the side. He mirrors it. He takes a step closer and I raise my hand to his chest to stop him. He takes my hand and bends it behind my back. Taking the other hand, he. . and I know... I am yours. Only yours.I ache for you, with my skin burning for your touch, and I already feel my soaking wet pussy clinging to your rock hard erection, driving into my hot center, forcing me open to you, pushing me past all of my limits, shoving me straight into the teeth of elicit, white hot desire... and making me burn for you as I stroke my clit faster and harder.I picture?how you rubbed your cock against me there, grinding against me until I couldn't take it anymore, had to. I was just thinking about how much I wanted to be kissing them when she leaned over and kissed me. For the moment I was lost in that feeling. Kat, the TV, everything just faded away as I relished the sensation of her soft pink lips pressing against mine as her tongue explored the inside of my mouth, twirling and lashing like a snake. ‘Heyyyy, you little slut!’ Kat said with a laugh. ‘You can’t have him all to yourself!’ With that, she grabbed me be the back of my hair and yanked me away from. So the city is lit up like a supernova, every colour under the rainbow, day or night.“Hey, Jim,” Wat says to me, full of his usual brand of false bonhomie. Damn, he didn’t even get his goons to frisk me, “Ain’t seen you since you was a boy. Not here on Revenue business, ehh, I hope?”I left this planet when I was 17, shortly after my pleasure-dust-addicted mother OD’d in his damn casino. I’d no idea who my father was; Ma had been a dancer in the show when I came along, but she was bussing drinks.