“So...do you want to take the sleeping blankets apart again?” I asked her.“No,” she giggled sweetly. “Then I’d get cold again. I just ne...d to find a happy medium.”“Oh.”Just then, Jennifer started rubbing my chest again. There was no stopping it; whatever length and girth my raging erection had lost, it regained it instantly. As if that wasn’t enough, I then heard the words I simultaneously yearned for and dreaded.“Carter?”“Hm?”“Do you mind if I take my pants off?”I hesitated, and swallowed. I got up in front of her, close enough to kiss her. I leaned in to her ear, and she lowered her head, moving even close.“Get on your knees, slut.”“Marty…” She whispered “No… I can’t…”“Open your coat and get on your knees, whore, “I whispered back. “Take my cock in your mouth and suck it until I come in the back of your throat.”----------------------------------------Don't you wish you had YOUR own girlfriend back?Learn how to get her back now!----------------------------------------Sylvie. "This gardening is becoming a chore. There was a time when I loved it, but it's a bit much on my old bones now, my dear."This time there was less light-headedness and more of a tingle that ran from the nape of her neck down her back.She looked him over again. He looked healthier than she could ever remember him looking. She also never remembered him being handsome before, even from old pictures when he was in his teens and earlytwenties."You need to take it easy."She said it, but that wasn't. “Rob” I asked, “What the fuck did you do to me last Friday?”“Well Jason, you went on and on about wondering what rubber gear would feel like we decided to a let you find out and got our friend to fit you up with a permanent set of gear, we slipped you a tablet to knock you out, got your nips pierced, injected some stuff into your cock and balls and then fitted the rubber on you. The gear was all specially treated so when it was on put you with a special cream it would, after 24 hours, bond into.