When we all were inside the room, he closed the door behind us and I got a chance to check him out. He was an older guy, probably early 60's with a lo...g braid down his back. He was about 6 feet tall and slim, dressed in a ratty t-shirt and a pair of beat up jeans. I couldn't help noticing that there was a very sizable bulge in the crotch of his jeans and I found myself wondering what kind of monster was lurking inside."This the guy for the special tattoo?" he said and I started to shake. "No. She was instantly met with a jolt of pain. She lost her breath and sat motionless as she collected herself. The heat from the massive cock felt like a hot iron deep inside her. After 10 seconds of heavy breathing Bonnie looked up at Hank and told him " please make my pussy yours", and with that Hank rolled Bonnie on her back and sent her to heaven.Hank started slowly fucking her with short easy strokes. Bam! Bonnie came for the second time. "oh fuck it's big" she said. Hank grabbed Bonnie's. When had I become darling? The days drifted by and I took the conversation for what it was, a freak happenstance. After all I wasn’t the girl who got the steamy encounters. I went to the gym, I hung out with a few friends, I even read a little, but my life was fundamentally normal. Everything fell back to the way it was before he kissed my hand. The memory was still there, the feeling of his lips attached to me. It was crazy and every time I closed my eyes to think it through again, I found. It was Ms. Campbell, but at the same time, it wasn’t. I couldn’t explain what it was, but the person standing in front of me was exactly like the mental patient I had just met a few hours ago, and yet, her demeanour was entirely different. Rather than in a state of delirium, she was calm; her face and hair seemed cleaner, as well. By all accounts, I could swear the woman before me had never had any sort of mental illness. I called her by her name, and she smiled, and nodded to acknowledge me..