I was staring at her when she said, ‘It is great to see you Mrs. Hamilton.’ I tried to hide my shock at her complete transformation from geek to c...hic. It was something I had always fantasized about doing when I was a teenage outcast myself. I stood up and she pulled me in for a long-time-no-see hug. Once done, we sat down and chatted. After half an hour of catch-up, where I learned she had really come out of her shell through a mixture of hypnosis and meditation, I explained my upcoming. "Just as I put the phone down I heard a high pitch screech from the front yard of my cabin. I also heard the sound of the trash can going over. Before I ran into a pissed off raccoon, I decided to check the front of the cabin with the surveillance camera.What I saw was a ball of fur rummaging through my trash. It was the wrong color and marking for a raccoon. Since the cameras were black and white. I wasn't sure of the color, but I was damn sure the it was a cat. I couldn't tell if it were a. I felt his cock press into me. It hurt. I felt as if he was tearing me and I guess he did. (Later I found that the sheets were stained with my blood.) But he didn't relent. He pressed into me and before long I could feel him sliding in and out.Once he was in and able to really fuck me, he began talking to me again. It was vile, disgusting talk. "You like this, don't you bitch? ... You've wanted my cock for a long time, haven't you, you little cock slut? ... How do you like it now-now that you. She could barely get the words out for laughing and every time she laughed her breasts jiggled under her tee shirt. This tended to make her nipples stand out all the more. To cap it all she could not remember the punch line but it really didn't matter. We could not have enjoyed the joke more and her laughter was infectious anyway. I looked out of the window. The rain was still lashing down. So much for Carl's weather forecasting!Kelly and I left the table, taking our wine glasses with us, and.