“You know you want to get fucked by a man and have an idea of what it feels like to be a woman. Wouldn't you rather that your first time with a man ...e with someone you knew?” She was correct, of course, but I didn't want to seem to eager. “I guess you're right.” “You know I am. So trot your ass to the bedroom and put on that new teddy. It'll really set off that red hair of yours. And put on those mules with the fluff on them. Oh, take off the stockings and garter belt so he can see your lovely. ** His hands are like the flames themselves, burning over my skin, claiming every inch of me. I wrap one of my legs over him in an attempt at pulling him closer as his hands learn my curves, squeezing my breasts, his fingers attentively making me arch as one hand dips down back beneath the waistline of my jeans. I cry out as his fingers dip between my thighs. I am lost to sensation as he carries me away with practiced expertise. His lips find mine again and our tongues tangle together as I. She suddenly felt his hot seed boiling deep in her body small spurts, more with each thrust, the knot still swelling, her hips seemed so full she began again to moan as the thing reached its full size and stretched her capacity to its limit, it was painful it was oh so painful but it was oh so wonderful as well, she had never felt so full, the scalding seed still filling her, her belly began to distend, surely she would burst like a k**s balloon, how much more was she expected to take, her mind. As I lay in bed, I thought about the story that Jillian had told us, the ghost who take over white panel vans, causing them to either run off the road, or crash into other vehicles. It seemed reasonable, after all, that stretch of road had been the site of many accidents over the years, it was so dangerous that a few years ago they had installed steel crash barriers along the sides, to stop cars running off the road and into the trees. All that managed to do was reduce the amount of space on.