"Hey, Bro, how was work?" Katie was thirty-two, 5'5", with short, dark hair, and a curvy shape to her, especially her large, natural tits. She worked ...n a garage, fixing cars, something she'd always been good at, ever since middle school, when she used to work on their dad's old car."Oh, you know. Same old same old." Bobby was twenty-seven, 6'2", and lanky, with short, slightly spiky dirty blond hair. He worked at a software company, as a programmer. Again, he'd always been good at that;. Pl-plee-pleeaassseee..."Removing my finger, I place the helmet against your sacred opening. Pushing just enough for you to feel the pressure, but not enough to break through, I hold."You know what you need to do, my dear. So," I growl, "do it. Do it now!"You do. Quickly, your hips thrust to the rear as the head of my cock spears through your star, pushing further and further into you as you push back."Aahhh... " escapes your mouth as I slide in.Gripping your hips, I pull you back against me as. I thought that you'd be like everyone else,but you're not. At times I feel that you're so self absorbed that thelast thing that you'd want is me, and then there's other times when Iwant you to consume me." She began sobbing uncontrollably and fumbledher pack of cigarettes to the ground. I picked one up lit it and handedit to her. She drew deeply against it. "When I started to play thepiano, my parents and teachers took my life away. I lived by therelentless tick of the metronome. Everything had. She looked around the room, wondering where Stacy would have kept the USB cord which would allow her to connect the camera to her computer. In the corner of the room was a computer desk which had three drawers in it. Moving to the desk she opened the each of the drawers in turn until she saw a box which a picture of the same camera on it. Opening the box she saw the lead and quickly pulled it out, dropping it and the camera into her purse. Grabbing the shoes she headed out of the room and down.