Damn you, Jeff. Oh shit. Yeah, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, yeah, fuck me, oh fuck."I was grunting now. I wanted this pussy. I was deep into that moistness, a...d I felt it clenching my prick. She was needing this, I could tell. I fucking needed it too. Yeah, I needed that pussy, and I was taking it. I mean, she didn't fucking object. So I was going to fuck her as much as I could."Please, Jeff, please, of fuck, please, deeper. Rough now baby. Rough. Oh shit, fuck that pussy baby."I kept a tight grip on. Sara gave me a knowing smile and Tom just paid a slight interest in me.Next hand Chris lost again and now she was a little more reluctant. This was the last item she had to loose and she made a quick stand, push down panties and sitting down motion. I didn't care. I was looking at her tits. Almost convincing myself that I was after all a titman and not an assman.Tom lost the next hand and he stood when he slipped his pants off and so did I when I lost my shorts the next hand. My cock popped out. Butthere was a certain poetic justice to it all."I?m... a... good little girl...?" She seemed to find it strange to saythis. She rubbed her forehead, sensing something wrong. "I?m a goodgirl..." she didn?t understand. She was a good girl... but wasn?t she aman? Not anymore. She was... "Spider-Girl?" Yeah. I?m Spider-Woman so that makes you Spider-Girl..." I told her asI produced a baby pink strapless latex dress. It was a minimalist copyof a Spider-Man outfit with dark pink web and spider on. Or work all that hard. She spent the mandatory study hours her mother dictated pursuing her own interests on the Web, writing boring entries into her LiveJournal that almost no one ever read, and occasionally visiting chat rooms devoted to her academic subjects. She'd visited a few social chat rooms, but she'd felt as out of place there as she felt in any social situation. She'd thought about getting a page on MySpace, but figured why should she enter a whole new arena where she could be.