They put the straps on wii-motes for a reason, as Ben discovered now. In a vast misjudgment of the amount of room she had, she launched the wiimote at...ben and thwacked Ben right in the forehead, knocking him onto his bed, and further, overspinned so she fell on top of him. They stayed like that for a minute without speech, and, with a bravery Ben never knew he possessed, some primal part of his brain took control and he kissed her. Not on the cheek, even, but full on the lips. But, too his. "So whatare we doing to it?" he said staring down at the human fuck doll.Mistress spider just smirked. "Well pierced tongue, nipples and a princealbert, and across the breasts in pink I want Fuck toy in cursive writingand a tramp stamp on her back side," she said smiling. He grinned ather. "Sounds good to me." Fuck doll just stared up blankly moaningsoftly silently begging to be played with and used all she could thinkabout was being fucked or used. "Stick out your tongue," he told her. She could never have.Never have.Me.It was like a bad pulp romantic novel. I could smell the glue, the cheap painton greyish paper, the pages stuffed chockfull of cliches and stereotypes, thecharacters made of cardboard moved through situations painted with careless,impatient moves. It didn't hurt me less because of that. But I stopped caring,right? And I never ever did anything. Never.What I can not figure out is this: I was looking for her all my life since then.All my life. And Clarissa is. ’ I moved too close & embraced her. My face went down towards her face in the dark & I kissed her on her lips. She did not protest nor uttered a single word. A powerful lust was wiping away all the morals and ethics from my brain. I moved to top of mom’s body and kissed her face here & there. My hands were trying desperately unhooking her blouse. There was no bra inside & the next moment both her boobs were out. Those were so romantically fleshy and sexy to grab & fondle by both my palms. I was.