Shelooked so long stretched out there, and so peaceful. I'd never seen hersleep before, and I'd missed my first real opportunity.She rolled over and s...iled at me, and the sheets swished. She kind ofmotioned like I should climb in with her, but instead I fell out on thefloor."I'm not ready to be up," I told her as she helped me back to bed."Just sleep it off," she said in a soft voice. So understanding andgentle."Why aren't you mad at me?" I asked her. "I'd be fucking furious." That's why you're. The feeling of helplessness was new to me but was overwhelming my senses as something I truly wanted. Even though Mary was smothering me with the deepest kiss I have every had, I still moaned as I felt John erupt inside me which was soon followed by my own explosion. I tried to break Mary's hold. I wanted to hold onto something, scratch something, let someone know I was out of control, but her vice-like grip was controlling me. John was holding my legs and I was trapped in a viscious circle of. I start breathing harder and enjoying the feeling while I gently grind back. I cant take it no more and I cum right there in the backseat! I had turned away, looking out the window in hopes of keeping this my secret. I look around the car and no one has noticed! I look back at Travis and he’s smiling. I don’t even notice that we’ve arrived at Conrad’s friends house and they get out the back and I jump off of Travis’ lap and sit next to him. He’s sitting directly behind Conrad and I’m behind. I devour them. I’ve written some of my own too. They’re kind of crappy but it thrills me to put my fantasy self into the narrative. Never my real self, that would be too scary. I always go clad in the garb of a fictional character. My heroines are punchy, sexy, and confident, and they take sex however they find it. They are everything I wish was. Inside the different name or the different looks it has always been me. From being slowly romanced on a desert island, to being smashed silly in a.