“Do you really care about this?” “Um,” he said. “Well, yes. But not very much.” “I’ll come into your hotel room, but we’re not havin... sex, OK?” “OK,” he said. There was room enough for the two of them in the capsule, but only just. These were prefabbed in bulk and they came in different sizes—in the Midwest they were large, the ones stacked up in San Francisco parking spots were small. Still, he and Hilda were almost in each other’s laps, and he could smell her, feel wisps of her hair tickling. "How about you too, honey! Is your pubic area shaved?" 'Just about going to, dear, soon as I finish your hair!" "Oh, you'd better do it now, Harold, my hair is good enough!" The night was warm in the outside wooden platform, the blackshad enjoyed the previous two acts, and now after the cheap rumwas served, most had partial hardons or wet pussies in anticipationof the finale! The fat manager came to the center, waving his hands and smiled. He announced that the final act is the. She had always been such an outgoing girl and happy. Mona is a petit 18 year old girl of 5'3" and has a knockout body and long pretty black hair. I felt guilty because I had dreamed about forcing Mona to have sex with me before she was assaulted. In my dreams Mona had always wanted to be my sex toy and fucked often.I watched her around the house. The first day Mona had me sit next to her on the couch and she wanted my arm around her. I literally held my arm around her for so long it went to. When I felt her change shape, her back caving downwards and her head hitting the pillow sideways, I let myself go and my spunk powered into her in unregulated, helpless bursts. I ground myself into her and she ground herself back at me until the fire had dissipated and we slid to the mattress like lovers, the primitive deed done and the modern world back in a happy, affectionate focus.I returned to my mother's house and spent the evening watching TV with her. We discussed what we had done that.