Your hand is still up my dress and you thrust two fingers hard into my wet pussy, causing me to yelp. "You like that don't you slut?" I nod my head. ...our fingers push in and out of me hard. The pure rush of adrenaline causes me to orgasm, and then you take out your fingers, running them across my lips. I lick your fingers clean. I look up into your eyes and you say to me, "I wanna see how rough you can really take it. See how much of a slut you really are," you say to me. Your hands reach for. You to take over then. What do you say?"If Elise would be for it, who was I to argue?When Helmut arrived early on Sunday morning, he was amazed at the progress we had achieved with Karla. She was relaxed and told him of the foolish things Alfred and I got up to. Chasing squirrels in the forest, bombarding each other with pine cones, inventing silly limericks in a mixture of English, German and Swabian dialect. Elise had held well back, but got in a lot of quiet talks with Karla whenever our. "Good meeting you," he said, and gave me a small, parting smile."Yeah," I called after him. I hoped I didn't look as achy as I felt in my gut. For the first time in my life, I had an instant crush.As far as I was concerned, I was gay all over again, more gay than ever. That night, I jacked off thinking of Tyler and his smile. I pictured him naked. I imagined him gay instead of straight. I imagined he liked me and that we made out.Actually, Tyler did seem to like me, maybe as instantly as I. Once she arrived at her house she went in to the spare bedroom, undressed, then went and showered and put on one of her babydolls and went to bed.At just before sunrise, she was awakened by a loud noise in her kitchen. She had just started to get out of bed and investigate the noise when her bedroom door flew open. In walked this giant of a man, about 6 feet 6, and a good 250 pounds. What's worse is he had a gun! Behind him was an average looking guy, 6 feet and around 185 and a petite woman,.