They hadn't gone far when she reached for his hand and linked her little finger in his."What if I really am a mail order bride?" she asked.Bob wasn't ...ure if she was joking or not. He decided not to take the chance."I think Boots had it right. You're just the wrong kind of person to fit in that mold. I wouldn't doubt for a minute that there's a man out there desperate to marry you, but I suspect it's a man of your choosing, someone you know, who has courted you and such." Oh?" she said, almost. As they relaxed Serena felt herself again drifting off to sleep. *** A foggy room was the next venue Serena found and she had no idea how she got there. It appeared to be a nightclub atmosphere with erotic background music and the buzz of people. Red Klieg type lights pierced a machine-generated fog as it swirled around the dance floor. The lights occasionally lit a small stage where a sinister looking disc jockey operated his equipment. Serena was getting her bearings when a hand tapped her. " You're sweet," she said, and flashed me a brilliant smile before kissing me on the cheek."Uhm, you want me to take that box out back by the pool?" Could you, please? There's no way I can lift it." No problem," I answered, and popped up from the couch. As it turned out, it was a bit of a problem. The box was big, awkward, and none too light."Don't hurt yourself, Chance," Mom said as I struggled to find the right grip."I've got it," I said, my pride taking a bit of a hit. I finally got it. Tell him, John. Tell him it's too big for me. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it'll split me in two."My fist was a blur as I masturbated while watching his prick slowly force her cunt lips apart. Her cries became moans of ecstasy as gradually her vaginal muscles relaxed and she sat back as he licked and kissed her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts."Oh John, he's inside me, he's fucking me, I've taken it all."Lifting both feet, she looked down at his shaft impaling her. I could hardly believe that she'd.