"Oh my god Alex... They're... They're real!" She reached out and gentlycupped one of my breasts, massaging it a little through the satin. I wasable to...keep from moaning, but only barely. She looked my figure up anddown."Jesus... You have a better body than I do..." she whispered in awe.The feeling down inside bubbled with joy! Ha! Even she had admitted itnow! Looks like I win Felicia. I couldn't help smiling, looking at herjealous face -- it just made me feel amazing."How did you do it Alex?". I had chatted with him a bit and I found him strange yet intriging. He had told me in a prior chat that he was interested in the arcane and practised magic. I did belive him of course thinking it was all just an act. We went over to ICQ and chatted privatly for awhile before the subject turned to sex. I was quite good at talking about it from a girls point of view. I guess it was because of all the porn mags I had read with women's letters in. As we were talking I found myself beggining to. The explosion literally shook the dying man awake just in time to discover that he was bleeding to death. Somehow the tourniquet had loosened when he’d dozed off. He cursed himself for his foolishness as he tried to find something to staunch the flow of blood seeping from his now crimson bandaged leg. Goddamn it! All he’d had to do was stay awake and tend to the damn tourniquet. He’d been lulled into a false sense of security when he’d discovered that the hemorrhaging had eased up the last. ”“I took you,” he agreed, “But you were all too willing. As you are now.” He slid a hand inside her dress, toyed with a peaked nipple. “I could make you come, right now.”“N-No,” Emma protested, but somehow her protest seemed only token, as he spun her around and sealed her mouth was his. His mouth was bruising, hurting her, and yet inciting her against her will. His tongue invaded, trapped, lured, and touched. His lips captured, sucked. His teeth grazed, possessed, and bit with a hungry.