But when I noticed a shape following me, I lost it. Each time I glanced over my shoulder, the shape got closer. It was too dark for me to tell if the ...erson following me was a man or a woman, but their sex was irrelevant. All that mattered was the terror their presence brought to my body. Deep down, I knew it was most likely just someone crossing the park to shorten the length of their walk home. But that didnt stop my heart from racing or my adrenaline from pumping. I kept walking, glancing. Even with my saliva it was a tad dry and tight as a vise. As I pumped her ass, it loosened up for deeper thrusts."I'll do anal tonight to practice, Lana. Thank you" She leaned over and gave Lana a kiss on the mouth before skipping off back to work. As she left she pulled her phone out. The last we heard before she left was, "Hey, babe. Weird question but can you come over and fuck me in the ass tonight? Okay, great."Damn, Lana was hot. Her ass pivoted back and forth on my throbbing meatlog in. One day, while doing his standard surfing for the huge boobs, Jack thought to himself, "Gee, my life stinks. I really wish I could have the woman with the biggest breasts in the world in my living room. That'd be something. And if she were a real bimbo, and totally horny, and couldn't get enough sex... well, that's my idea of paradise!" Just as he finished formulating this thought, Jack found a website called "Wishes Granted, Inc." It wasn't much, but Jack hoped that maybe, just maybe, these. However I wasn't like the rest of the guys. I'm hella tall 6ft3 to be exact, athletic body, dark hair; undercut with a naturally styled quiff (like David Beckhams hair), Jaw bone defined and hipster styled glasses. I was inbetween a nerd and a jock. I studied Engineering, my grades were nearly all A's & B's, and was in the colleges Football (soccer) team, badminton team, American Football team and basketball team. Anywho it was my final year and things started piling up on me. College, my part.