To feel her moist inner channel filled with him, and to never stop being filled by him. He had been caressing her through her skirt, and she wanted to...be rid of it, why did he not remove it and be done with it? She turned toward him and lifting her face to him she waited for a kiss…His kiss was warm and inviting, challenging her to other things. Continuing the kiss she began to unbutton he shirt, and as the buttons came undone she savored the feel of the hair on his chest, not a mass of fur. She knew it was wrong, but as her body trembled and the first waves of pleasure tore through her mind she heard a voice saying, “Yes, Daddy, fuck me! I want to be your slut!!! God use me like a whore!!!” With the last words all ability to function as a human ceased and her most base a****l instincts propelled her to seek one thing and one thing only and that was to successfully finish fucking what her mind told her was so real!!! She cried out and dug her toes into the hard plastic as her. You're falling asleep in that chair." Sorry," Amy responded, twirling a lock of her brown hair on her finger, tingling all over from the sound of his voice."It's okay. Talk to you tomorrow?" Sure. Thanks again for listening." Not enough people around that listen. Glad to do it. Night night." Night night," Amy responded, and then hung up the phone. A sigh escaped her as she stood to straighten her nightshirt. She sadly shook her head and turned to her bed, silently cursing her bad luck.First,. Han could be obtusely aggressive in social situations and inappropriately insert herself without really considering how she could be received. Since she was good looking guys usually didn't seem to mind. In fact that was my take on her when we first got together. After a single date she began showing up at my place unannounced. Once she even showed up looking for me at my friends place. This was a warning sign to me, but I shrugged things off and thought to myself that I should just enjoy.