"Rick? Rick Dinsmore?"He wheeled his head around, and caught his breath. It had been -- God, it had to have been a decade since he had seen Megan, but...he knew instantly that it was her. She had let her dark hair grow out long, and filled out her previously scrawny form a bit since he had last seen her. That had been at an end-of-summer LAN party where their weird band of dorks and outsiders had played FPSs all night, desperately trying to fuse together before the gravitational forces of college. When the sun was setting we were all a little drunk and Hans suggested we carry on drinking in their room , well I thought this could be our first swap, we had talked about it but never made any attempt to go any further, walking into the hotel I whispered to Ange how far do you want this to go & she just kissed my cheek and smiled.When we got to their room, wow it was enormous , a suite, well the Germans always get the best rooms, walking in Gret dropped her costume and laid in one of the big. He whistled and a woman in a long, leather corset and thigh-high boots came out from behind a curtain, wearing a thigh harness and strap-on dildo. She sneered at Melanie and started to shove her dildo into Julian's asshole without any further ado. Since Julian wasn't gagged and there was no lube, he screamed in horror and agony.Julian was still too affected by his situation to realize that his mother was there, but now he looked up, as Melanie rushed the man who had beaten him and punched him. "Good girl," she whispers her tongue gliding along my earlobe. Fuck it feels so good. Her hand stops at the top of my thigh gently caressing the smooth skin there. "Since you like to imagine things, Imagine this; you're bent over the seat of the train, your feet flat on the ground, your ass up in the air, your back arched." "I slide my long middle finger slowly into your dripping cunt and I watch as the arch of your back deepens. I slowly and softly caress the inside of your tight snatch, the.