Maybe they would have been right. Soon after my near-death experience, I had wondered about the realness of my time with Percy. Had the Spirit of Perc... Shelley really possessed me? When I visited the Shelley family vault years ago, I was a very lonely girl, still grieving the loss of my mother. I hadn't told anyone about my mother's suicide - how afterwards, I had felt responsible for her sadness. Curious that Mary Shelley and I both bore the weight of our mother's deaths. Did heartache give. He glanced at the bulge growing under my towel and asked "Do you like my cock?" I told him his cock was nice, sorry to interupt. He asked me if I wanted to join him. I thought for a moment as I watched him stroking slowly on his hard 9" cock. It sounded interesting and my cock grew harded and pushed against the towel. I said " I don't if that's such a good idea." He said "It looks to me like you might like it judging by the boner you have." He reached out then he pulled off the towel, my hard. Trust me, youre going to like this. With his dick firmly in hand, Howard made contact with the top of Mollies pubic mound and then he pulled her panties aside exposing the crack of her pussy. As he made his way down the channel of her vagina, her pussy lips parted and the head of his cock descended into the soft inner folds. It felt good, and as he continued to brush his prick up and down the length of her crack, her labia opened wider and the head of his dick dipped further down into the wet. ” He rolled her onto her back then and buried his long bone all the way to his slapping balls. He pushed those foxy little legs back to her ears and kept plowing into Meg who shrieked with delirious ecstasy. Her young body responded as if fucking were as natural to her as breathing. Perhaps it was. James didn’t know or care at this point. All that mattered to him was that his fleshy shaft felt divine. Tingles and burning sensations were forcing him to slam into that little blazing box.