This one was on a beach, of course. A striking man and his fey woman, holding each other against an approaching tempest. It was overdramatic and lurid...with promise, the way millions of women liked it. I had a talent for that sort of thing though and even got the fan mail to prove it."Margie Watson," the voice on my phone said, sounding old and distracted, both of which she was."Hey Marge, it's Kris." I rubbed my forehead, not sure why I was doing this. "I need a favor." Hey, honey. What do you. There would be more people arriving to take part in the raid, so she wanted a way to get out of here in a hurry. The clothes we found on my bed closely matched what she wore here today, so she didn’t need to worry about someone wondering why she was wearing an entirely new set.“You have been so amazing, David, that I do want to give you something in return,” Agent Summers told me before heading out to her car.When she returned, she put one of the Treasury ballcaps on my head. It was one of. Serena said this is the only way I should fuck you, says it’s the only way to keep you under control.’Marjorie smiled at me as she squatted over my aching cock.Slowly, she fed my encased cock into her pussy and I could only look at her beautiful face as I felt nothing.Nothing!Just a vague sensation but nothing that would allow me to orgasm!‘Oooh,’ she whispered, eyes closed as she began to move, ‘that fills me nicely! Much better than your little thing, sweetie. You’re like Montague. She had the most perfect DD tits that would make Pam Anderson cry and butt so juicy and bouncy, Jennifer Lopez would bow down. To top it all, she had morals. She said she didn't want to "get involved" in high school and was waiting for the "right guy" to come along and whoo her into his arms and all that other Twilight-high-school-girl-dream shit. Even though I always tried to flirt and talk with Elyse, I never got to know her until I graduated.It was a hot one in 2006. The SHS senior class.