I can only think of one thing to save you as the nasty over-sized goon is pumping away at my dear baby’s face.I reach up and pull out the gooey clum... of sperm that little man deposited in your hair before his sudden departure…I coat my finger with the goo and then reach around your head with both hands…mr. big is lost in his depravity, cursing with each terrible thrust “SUCK..MY..DICK…YOU…(AHHH)… FUCKING…SLUT”…i know you can’t take much more and I move like greasy lightning…one hand spreads mr.. Maybe you should come over so I can prove you wrong. What are you talking about? You know, being ready to fuck. I awaited his response, If your serious I can be there in 10 minutes… I told him it would have to be our secret considering we were friends and all and I was kind of seeing one of the guys in our group. Deal he replied, Ill text you when Im there so you can let me in. … He walked in to the room behind me and I sat down on my bed, I crawled towards the middle and sat down facing him. Black seemed stockings, with a blacksheer thong. The stockings were attached to my lace corset. I then slidinto my Lycra mini black of course. Then my 6" black stilettos withsilver heels. I was as ready as I would ever be.A few candles to set the mood, some jazz on the CD player and I was allset, god I could hardly wait. The knock on the door frighten, andexcited me at the same time?My nerves were shot, answer and let thefantasy turn real, or pretend not to be in the room, and let anotherchance. Usually if I got close I would wake up screaming profanity. To this day if the wind dies down outside my house, I wake up. So when the zipper on my sleeping bag began to slowly descend, awake would be an understatement. It took the small hand outside my bag about five minutes to get my zipper past my waist. I lay there not knowing what to expect but the hopeful side of me let it keep happening. Once my zipper was far enough down I felt a hand slid into the sack with me. I will never get used.