Bad." I couldn't believe my ears. The girl I lusted after for years had wantedme just as much! I shook my head, cursing myself for being such a pussy ...ack in those days. "I can't believe this," I said, still shaking my head. "This would havebeen nice to know two or three years ago." Sonya leaned forward and smiled. "And why is that?" "Because I wanted you too! You have no idea how bad I wanted you! Everytime I was around you I just wanted to rip your clothes off!" Sonya let out a giggle, and. My entire world conscious and subconscious, limited though either was under this heavy an alcohol influence, was trained entirely on thoughts of her. Thoughts I knew I should not be having. I tried to listen to her and nod along, offer what might seem like a reasonable contribution to the conversation, but all I could do was be hypnotized by the movement of her lips and stunned by her gaze. I could see the bare flesh of her exposed thighs and it both tempted and scared me at the same time. How. Very chic. Very expensive. Afterwards he takes them from me and destroys them." "He thinks that little of you?" She smiled, resting her head on his chest against a bounding heart. "No - he thinks that much of me. Each time, I'm what he wants me to be. Each time is special. And after, it's gone forever. Me, the place, the time, the dress - it's his creation, unspoiled, and forever unshared by anyone." Her words still echoed in his head as they waited in the dark car. The dress fit her like a. I grunted in frustration and flipped her onto her stomach. I thrust into her ass and held her still. Something had to make me cum, I was too tightly wound, like a coil, and I needed release. Luckily for her, this tighter hole was where I finally spilled myself. I pressed Rose against the mattress, mirroring the need to suppress the images floating in my mind. Inside my head, I had cummed in Carlotta’s hole and it made me feel ashamed. "Good girl," I said and smacked her ass to signal her she.