But increasingly, my stories were written from a female perspective, me being the bimbo, happily. Just as the Bill Ward girls in JUGGS and CLUB magazi...es, the bimbo-me was only too happy to suck cock, give titfucks, and hairjobs (the guy would fuck my stiffly sprayed big updo / bouffant / beehive, or I would masturbate him with my long showgirl / Godiva locks. Either way, he would spurt all over my hair, which I settled on alternately platinum-blonde for the slut look, or jet-black /. Slowly we headed back towards the village by the sea pausing occasionally to rest along the way. The entire group of women quickly assembled when we arrived, and although briefly intimidated by the appearance of a second dinosaur, she was warmly received and lie down amidst the gentle attention the women gave. The woman who had been with me earlier in the day, gently tended to the the reclining creature with several different vials of elixir, before gently applying fern leaves. When she. "You alright pal? You look flushed". Peter finally asked. "What? Oh... Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little blown away by it all. I mean... It all sounds so intense." It is intense." I have to admit. The thought of Debbie being in that position is almost intoxicating. I never even considered it before, but the thought of her just surrendering... Spreading her legs to let a bigger, stronger, better man physically take her... It gets me hot. Never even considered it before your stories." Don't worry. I began crawling towards the master bedroom, giving myself another half-dozen cuts and scratches from the broken glass on the floor."Mr. Morrison! Mrs. Morrison!" I yelled, making my way through the smoke and haze. "Mr. Morrison! Mrs. Morrison! The garage is on fire! You need to get out!" Back here!" came a bellowed reply from Mr. Morrison. I followed the voice, crawling down the hallway and entered the bedroom to see Mr. M. struggling to get Mrs. M. into her wheelchair. Both of them were.