Angela's rational mind engages with the situation and cries out weakly in protest, but her instincts are too strong. She feels his penis once more adv...ncing down her vagina. She feels him bottom out at the entrance to her cervix. She feels him beginning to fuck her again. Slowly. Strongly. He is going to take his pleasure inside her again. There is nothing she can do to stop him. She responds, rocking her hips towards him in delicious harmony. She might as well. There will be no stopping until. . out to here."Alice dropped to one knee, marking the point on the rock under her with a cold coal from the fire. She drew a right angle, showing it was the corner, before standing again. She looked at the others."What do you think?"She watched as they contemplated her plan. Alice had marked out the outline of their proposed home, starting with the rock face and its natural fireplace, extending out over the natural rock floor. Various stones and branches denoted furniture and features. Seeing. It wasobvious that Tanya and grasped my love for cross-dressing. But I didn'tthink I had the guts to go ahead with it. Next to the dress was a lacyblack bra and panty.Tanya appeared behind me and said impatiently: "Go on. Start changing. Iwant you ready before the girls come, Robina." So, the girl of my dreams had a girl's name for me now. Sigh!I usually kept myself hairless. As I stripped shyly in front of Tanya,she saw my feet and said: "Hey! Why did you clear your nail paint? Yourfeet were. Shescowled and tried to trip me, but I deftly avoided her.Clarissa seemed on a mission as she headed to the far part of the club.There in the back was a door with a keypad: she typed in four numbers andit opened. I got there just before it would have slammed in my face, butI realized that I, too, knew the code: 6875. The numbers were justimprinted in my consciousness- how, I had no idea.We were in another dark hallway, but this time there were rooms on eitherside. As the music's volume faded.