To the pleasure of that center prong on his pitchfork going further up my ass. I'm not gay. But at that time I sure was confused. I thought to myself ...ot this has got end. And pulled myself out of my dream. "Right into a nightmare."There I was face down on my bed with a pounding headache. My back still feeling like it was on fire from the scratching and pawing that the bear. Only to find that Thumper had taken advantage of my deep sleep and hangover to fulfill his lust.He had both of his front. I’ll fuck you all you want tonight, but none of that making love shit, do you hear me?” “You will make love with me, one time, before I leave.” “Well, that might be and it might not. But don’t go getting all misty-eyed on me. Now, you want a fuck or don’t you?” On my knees, with Edward behind me this time, he entered with that same, slow, deliberate push so that each of us could feel the thrill of the penetration. We began an easy rhythm afterwards which built into a crescendo. He pounded into. What I saw was anticipation, lust, and caring all mixed up. I nodded, but my heart was pounding as I lowered myself onto her lap, angled so the bed could take most of my weight.Her thighs clamped shut on my penis and her nails teased my bare skin. 'Are you comfy?''Yes.' Her stroking was tender as well as teasing. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.'I'll fix that.' She slapped me twice, one on each cheek. 'How did that feel?''Nice.' I lied. It hadn't hurt, but there were traumatic memories,. I had a skirt in my hand. In my hand, was a skirt. A skirt I was supposed to wear. Just like that I was to put on a skirt. Just like that, no debate, no thoughts no..."Hey come on honey, wake up, let's get moving!" With a snap of the fingers, she brought me back to reality. So I put on the skirt. It felt wild. Now not only was I covered with soft, silky clothes, but this spandex skirt was actually compressing my body. I'd loved watching women wear them in the past, but I never had any idea they.