Last year He had been so romantic, buying me clothes and taking me to dinner, and I wanted to do something special for Him. I thought about things for...a few days and then finally hit on an idea. If I couldn’t take him to the island, perhaps I could bring the island to Him. I began planning, and soon found that it might work well after all. We have a spare room in our house, one that I use the closet in, or company uses if they stay overnight. I decided that I would turn it into a beach for. If not, I was in deep shit. But I think I still might enjoy it even if it cost me my job. Maybe. Actually, yes I probably would still enjoy it. Kelly and I went over our plan once more during our meeting. There really wasn’t much to it, we were just going to grab Marsha as she came out of the door from the locker room after her soccer game. Hopefully no one else would be around and her parents wouldn’t notice. We’d let her call them from the car as we were on our way to the hotel. Then we’d be. Also hole ich ihn mir. Aber du bist noch Jungfrau, hast keinerlei Erfahrungen, ich kann dich nicht mit in einen verruchten Sexclub nehmen.“ Tonia musste innerlich grinsen. Die Kleine würde alles tun, um sie zu überzeugen, sie mitzunehmen. Wie leicht sich dieses dumme Stück doch manipulieren ließ. Das sie mit ihr verwandt sein sollte, konnte Tonia gar nicht glauben. Und doch hatten beide den gleichen Vater, auch wenn die Blonde das nicht wusste. Eigentlich wusste sie gar nichts. Außer tolle. . (at that, she tried but failed to suppress a moan of renewing desire) ... but I'm supposed to be HIS girlfriend. Peter's, not Hugo's. Peter. Hugo's Peter. Hugo's dick. Dong, schlong, cock, meat, pecker, cum-hose... "Stop it!" she shouted, slapping herself. The sting helped, if only briefly. What's making me act like this? I ... I'm like an animal, an animal in heat. Pheromones? Did he buy pheromones online, like from the spam emails they send me because they don't know I'm a chick? Whatever.