Then it hit me.What had I done last night? It had to be a dream. It had to be. But as my hand fell between my legs, my tender pussy lips confirmed my ...uspicions that it was most certainly NOT a dream. It all flooded back to me, his warm embrace, his strong arms, that coc—oh my god what was I doing? This was my uncle I was thinking about! Despite those feelings though, I couldn't help how turned on I was, and had to refrain from rubbing my clit.I just dried my hair, and pulled it back into a. He thrust his fingers inside her, so that her whole body moved. Her mind felt the pain of him doing this, but again her attention was only half-present. As the figure raped her with his fingers, his penis was erect, hard, waiting for entry. Her body was doing something that would shock her.As he pushed inside her, she became wet. It started out as a roughness, but then the fingers that were penetrating her started glistening in the half-life. She could feel it wet, she could smell herself. It was no longer her raft, the one she'd had for a trip and a half; it was his. For practical purposes, it now made Crystal the trip leader, too. This felt strange, and a bit lonely. For over two years, she and Crystal had been the best of friends, closer than sisters, almost always doing things together. There had been people who had hinted at thoughts that they were lesbians -- and as butch as Scooter tended to act, they may have had some reason for justification, even though both of them. "Gefangene Eva. Treten sie heraus !" ertönte eine mechanische Stimme die keinerlei Geschlechtsspezifische Klangfärbung aufwies.Eva verstand nicht was vor sich ging. Sie hatte ein Gedächtnis denn sie konnte Dinge durch anschauen identifizieren und bezeichnen, aber ihr fehlte jegliches Gedächtnis was bis zu ihrem Erwachen passiert war. Wieso war sie eine Gefangene ?Eva fühlte Angst und wollte der Stimme nicht gehorchen, aber zu ihrer eigenen Verwunderung fühlte sie wie sich ihre Beine in Bewegung.