Just his, his baby, his fucktoy, his whatever he wanted. She shuddered out a breath. Sometimes this even felt like enough. She always figured reality ...ouldn’t measure up to any fantasy and with the fantasy so far out of reach, this was the best she’d get from him. Her own fingers and her imagination. It could be enough. It had to be.She leaned her head back, lifting up off the couch as she pushed a finger inside herself. His cock would be so much more substantial. She imagined him fitting it. Camille gasped at the first hint of entry.I froze.“Don’t stop,” she half moaned and half whispered.Another incremental push was met with a moan. Then she pushed back.Another push simultaneously launched Camille into a slow rocking motion that created a deep fucking on the toy and a slow, purposeful ride that drove me just a little deeper with every tilt.When the head finally entered her, she clenched around me and stopped.“Derrick?” Her arms were straight as she held the edge of the table; her. Suddenly a shockwave sweeps across your house knocking you away from the window. You stare out the broken window as the sky turns red before you pass out.You’re standing behind a group of girls. Hey that’s you, and your friends. You remember this night, it was your 18th birthday party a week ago. Your friend, Sarah, is about to tell that weird story. “It happened in a little village, so the timing is a little fuzzy due to the lack of people able to actually write the story down, but they think. " Zoe was right. You get up ridiculously early."Looking at the clock, I saw it read five-thirty."Well, this is earlier than normal, since I have to start getting up to exercise with the team. You need to get up, too, and get some clothes on before my sister gets curious. As it is, I am going to have to find a way to explain you to her." Nah. Zoe called Tina last night and explained things. I am looking forward to meeting her."I just shook my head as I rolled her off me, got a kiss, and headed.