She felt his fingers gingerly touching her finely trimmed pubic hairs above her slit and, closing her eyes to absorb the effect, groaned silently. Wit... her stomach properly smothered he turned his attentions to oiling her legs. This time he squirted the oil into his hands in generous bursts and then rested them on her legs just above her knees. She held her breath. Slowly his powerful hands pushed the oil from her knees towards her bikini bottom. She could feel his thumbs on the inside of her. ” “He got us (sniff) drunk the other night (hhhuuuhh) and I passed out. I woke up with him pushing his thing (sob) in my face. I tried to push him away but he told me that if I didn’t (sniff) suck him off he would tell (sniff) Erica that we have been (sniff) doing it and I was my doing. (sniff) So I let him.” “Did he cum in your mouth?” “No, (hhuuhh) he pulled out and came on my face and in my hair.” “And you didn’t tell anyone?” “I was scared” “I think you enjoyed it. I think you. My arms and legs seemed to have grown slimmer and more curved. I realized what was going on.In the short story, "The Picture of Dorian Gray", Gray stayed young and handsome, while his portrait became older and more depraved in appearance. Stavros had said my calling the landlord was the action of a girl. Somehow, his painting of me was becoming more and more masculine, while I was becoming feminine.I grabbed the picture and ran for the stairs.My apartment was in an old building with a furnace. I tell her it should be easy enough to follow the on screen prompts but she goes all helpless woman on me,acts dumb and suggests it would be better if I did it.I turned up, she let me in and she looked stunning. Imagine it five,five 120 pounds blonde hair and gorgeous fuck me blue eyes. She had on a figure hugging pretty floral dress, tights and smart heels. I told her she was looking good and asked who the the lucky guy was. Her reply was like an electric shock right through my body. It's.