Another blast of energy fills my head; this one is a little more visceral. You look at me and mumble something. "Huh? I didn't catch that," I say.A wi...kedly playful look dances in your eyes, as you shift up onto the pillows. You are wearing one of the worn out, paint stained oxfords I wear for studio work, buttoned only in the middle by a couple of buttons. You repeat yourself with a demure grin. "Pervert!"Caught off guard, my brain shakes itself loose from time immaterial reeling to meet you. .. Lauralee's eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the feathery brush of silken hair against her nude shoulder. Gentle hands began to stroke her flesh, roaming over her belly to linger upon her breasts. Light fingers teased her nipples into aware erection. Hot breath stirred against the back of her neck.The voice was satiny, whispering. "I. As he told us he was about to seed her now!And with that he said::"Oh yes oh Yes my little hot sacrifice let those corkscrews screw through that hot cervix of yours oh that's it little one!"Then he just looked down at me and told me that all that loose skin over his bulb that now was solidly buried up into her cervix and that skin was designed to bunch up against her pussies back wall and seal out against her whole cervix as it's doing right now!!While the cork screw tip is spraying her little. No problem, I emailed her back, come find me or one of the other organizers and I'll introduce you to a few people.The night of the Happy Hour, she shows up and I realize I'm fucked. She's cute, petite, dresses well - I'm instantly attracted to her. But I'm on this 'no-shorties' kick so I introduce her to one of the other organizers and leave her there - it's the best way to stay out of trouble. Afterwards I feel a little guilty and email her a few days later, something to the tune of: sorry, I.