She freed herself from his hand without much difficulty, and eased his trousers down his legs. The bulge was now plainly visible through his boxers an... she felt a wave of satisfaction from knowing that she was having such an arousing effect on him. She pulled him to her, her legs swinging at his sides, he let go of her breasts and looked down as she freed his erection. She stopped for a moment, looking at his cock with a mixture of surprise and attraction. It was different from Dracos, she. She opened the door and was handed in the biggest bouquet in the florist’s shop (also the most expensive one). Laura turned to see me and asked: “Oh, Marcos, by the way: have you sent flowers to this address?” The delivery girl left and Laura laid them on a table, approached me saying: “Marcos, I’m so happy now.” She hugged me saying: “You can take off my bra now.” I didn’t give it a second thought, and managed to get it loose. She finally got rid of it. The jersey and blouse came off at the. “Shit, I’m sorry Steph. I got carried away. Are you ok?” He asked fully expecting her to yell at him to get out and never bring his sick near her again. “Don’t stop not asshole! You’ve already stretched my pussy further than I thought possible. It fucking hurts like hell but I’m so close to cumming so if you ever want to put that monster cock in me again you’d better not stop til I cum!” She was surprised to hear herself sound so slutty and so demanding but he’d hurt her enough and now that it. What the fuck was going on? Had I been drugged or robbed? I felt OK, actually rather good. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was still me and I still needed a shave, testimony to a lazy Sunday morning spent reading the paper before setting out in the car to the National Park. Well, things can’t be that bad. Now, let’s try to figure out what’s going on while I clean up. The phone rang as I was finishing drying off after a good, hot shower. Feeling freshly shaven and alert, I.