If a more perfect woman existed, I could not imagine it. She was 18, had a rock hard body, and a pair of gorgeous knockers that stood out proud from ...er chest. I had often fucked my wife thinking about Becky, and actually wondered sometimes if my wife had chosen her as our babysitter so that I might be able to have some fun with her.But this story really isn't about me and Becky, but what happened afterward. I did get home a lot earlier than expected, and told Becky that she could either. She was so sexy, even though she was bumming in her sweatpants and oversized shirt. Her hair was pulled into pigtails. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at the soccer game on the television. As I was looking at her, she turned and caught me looking at her. “There you go again, the way you look at me tells me one of two things. Either you are a creepy stalker, or you like what you are looking at,” she blurted. One thing I liked about Trudy was that she had no filter. If a thought came through. Nevermore. Tis not my true name. My true name is my form, Raven. Nevermore is simply what i'm called. And what of you? What is the name by which you are called?" I felt myself falling under his spell. He slowly started moving to me. He stood at nearly 6"5' while i was only 5"7'. His eyes were ablaze with lust. He wanted me in a way that was inhuman. I finally found my voice and a single word left my lips."Rose." Rose." He repeated it. He smiled at me, revealing glistening white fangs. A gasp. Supple; compliant; responsive; interactive! It MOVED. It could be loose, or snug. It could move rapidly, or so slowly it was barely moving. It was warm, and wet like a vagina...yet it was most definitely not a vagina. It was his mouth! His tongue! His lips!With women, I'd always had trouble lasting very long once we started fucking, but with Bob's mouth, it was very different. He seemed to be able to read my thoughts and feelings from the other side of that shut door, THROUGH my cock some how;.