“No, please. I’m a man,” Kristy said, her girlish voice and lust filled tone betraying her. “Change me baa-aaack. Oh shit man, I can feel you... head rubbing my slit, it's just barely going in. I shouldn't want this, but I like, need it. Ahh-holy fuuuuuuuuck!”Her word was dragged out as he plunged his steel hard cock into her new pussy with zero regard for her hymen, stretching her tight cunt to the point where he had to grab her hips and slam her back until her ass hit his own pelvis.Her face. She'd call when she was on the way, which probably gave us an hour to prepare. Since we had just done this with Tom and Jane earlier this week, I thought we'd do the same thing. Brenda would be sitting in the living room with Kristen, talking to each other. Susan would walk Sally into the living room to say hi and tackle Sally.In the meantime, I took Kristen upstairs to meet Jeremy in his old room. He was quietly waiting for us."Jeremy, tell me where we are with the program modifications". Her face was interesting, not quite pretty, and she looked like she might be in her teens, but he’d heard her give her date of birth to the nurse at the E.R. so he knew she was quite a bit older than she looked. ‘You ever talk to any of those battered women’s support groups?’ Rod asked. Tears streamed down her face and she sniffled. ‘I…I know I should have,’ Donna murmured, ‘but I…I guess I kept thinking Ray’d straighten himself out. Damn!’ She pounded the cruiser’s dashboard with a small fist.. I pushed Ronnie up against the door; we just stared into each other’s eyes, breathing deeply. All I could think was, “This was it!” I kissed her. I kissed her with passion and she kissed me back; our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Her hands gripped my hair, my hands running all over her body, feeling her breasts and tight stomach. My hands eventually made it to her thighs, pushing up her dress so it was above her waist. It was then I realized that she never wore underwear when she went.