She picked up her cell phone and called a male friend of hers who was a filmmaking major. That evening she arranged for her boyfriend, Chuck, to meet ...her there in her apartment and she told him precisely what she had in mind. She and Chuck had been intimate lovers for several months now. Chelsea was on the West Coast and her parents on the East, but she felt sure that since they'd sent her off to college, they must know that she was sexually active. If not, she was about to make that reality. “Of course. You summoned me, didn’t you?” Her mother laughed, and then looked Glen up and down, where he stood wide-eyed at Melinda’s side. The ghostly woman’s eyebrows popped up, and a crooked grin decorated her face when she turned back to her daughter to mouth the word, wow. She tried to hold back the embarrassed laugh for her beau’s sake, but didn’t succeed. Another swirl of cool wind swept through the clearing, and the ghostly image said, “I shouldn’t stay long. You’ve made our dream real,. Then, Farouk nodded politely and left. I lay in my bed that night, feeling like shit. I was questioning a lot of things. The next day, I went to John Jay College and apologized to Farouk. I met him and Nicolas for dinner, and we reconciled. After all, we were all young people. We get passionate about things and we got different views. But we can still be friends. Nicolas excused himself halfway through dinner, and left me alone with Farouk. He had a midterm to prepare for. This left me alone. She looked up now into my eyes, and sat up with a new look of determination -- that I was going to make love to her and (unbeknownst to me) breed her and cum in her cunt before the night was over, no matter what.I decided to let her take control. I knelt down in front of her and waited for her to spread her legs. She didn't lose any time trying to turn the tables. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs grabbed my hair, and pulled my face against her pussy. Despite how horny I.