“Great, get some Rolling Rock, it’s my favorite.” She said, her beautiful smile glowing as brightly as her blonde hair from ear to ear. “Awes...me, mine too.” I said.She gave me her address and we agreed to meet there at 5:00 that evening. She went off to her next class, and as soon as she was out of sight, I rushed to my car to get the beer. I got an 18 pack of Rolling Rock, and a 375 of Jägermeister, just in case I needed it. I know I was a little bit ahead of myself at this time, I had no. His mother looked like an angel as she lay under his father. Her arms around his neck her legs wrapped tightly around his back as she quietly whispered fuck me, uh huh fuck me just like that my love. Oh god I love the feel of your cock buried so deeply inside my soft wet cunt.Now he tensed as he felt his mothers warm soft hands cup and bathe his heavy balls. He closed his eyes tightly when she wrapped her hand around his fully erect throbbing hard cock. The slippery soap and her soft hands had. Also, a quick check of her power cell told reported back a much longer projected lifetime than she'd ever had before.Her skin seemed overly sensitive. Not only in the amount of data, but in its dynamic range as well. She could feel every variation of the soft sheet against her back. Her remote was her only adornment, and she could feel its light pressure as it rested in its usual place between her breasts, shifting slightly with each automatic breath she took to appear more real.Her breasts. “Oh yeah, I left the knife on the floor next to you, please be careful with it.” The men left together, shutting down the lights and leaving Irene in a state of excitement and confusion, butterflies in her tummy and spasms racing through her pussy. Irene lay on her side in the remains of an impossibly tight hogtie, her mouth still stuffed with a red ball gag. Drool was dripping on her black latex cat suit. Slowly she calmed down. What has happened? she thought. She remembered something about a.