Her body was frozen. She was paralyzed. She stared in horror as it skittered and slunk and wrapped around her ankles. It felt like smooth skin on hers... It felt like tongues and hands and sex. It gripped hard like iron wrapped with latex. A shadow tied around her underwear and pulled it to the side hard enough to rip as her skirt flipped up and revealed her to the rest of the room. Another tendril with a bulb rose from the foot of the bed. Her breathing was low and panicked when it turned to. .... until.....On the way back to my car while on a slightly busy freeway my friend puts on some R&B (bump and grind), which I had no idea had the effect it did on her mood. She started to grab and rub her thighs while she griped the handle above the passenger side door tightly. I put my hand on her thigh and asked if she was ok, she replied I'm fine just don't touch me which caught me off guard because she had never told me anything like before all the while looking like she was about to loose. She only wanked me. She didn't fuck me, so I was still a virgin in that respect. She told me basically that I could take it or leave it. I took it.Then it was time for my first "Big Wank". Sandy told me what happened there, she prepared me mentally, and she prepared me physically too. When she wanked me that week she never finished me off. She always left me stiff and jutting and threatened me not to finish myself off so I couldn't really wait for the big night.It was a big country house she. Large skylights allowed for an open, airy atmosphere. Across the room – to him it may as well have been a thousand miles – the bedroom door hung open. As all the doors in their home, it was a huge, dramatic portal of heavy oak hanging on iron hinges. Would he ever pass through it again? His emotions lay in a tangled mess of sadness, fear and, he had to admit, anxious excitement and anticipation. “Are you still okay in there?” he heard her call from the adjacent changing room, “They’re gone.