She pulled me closer, her hands tangled in my lengthy brown curls, on my neck, so close I could feel her heartbeat racing along with mine. The familia...r smell of sweetness that she emanated was making it hard for me to think. “People might be watching,” I breathed between kisses. She opened her eyes, and smirked. “Well then, let them.” And slipped her hand under my shirt to unclasp my bra and both its straps. “Gemma!” “Hush, hush,” she said, and trailed kisses along my jaw and down my. But the tension in her arms, waist and now her shoulders demonstrates how useless it is.. She feels as if she's about to dislocate a shoulder, so she stops, and the tears flow freely down her face. Another one of the guys--a muscular black guy this time--steps forward, his erection pointing directly at her as he appears out of the shadows. Stacy shakes her head, begging to be set free, but he only smiles as he runs his eyes lasciviously up-and-down her body. He walks around behind Stacy,. ." Ahum! Can I have my..." He was about your height, had plenty of muscles, and was something like 8 inches. It was quite entertaining to watch him poke the other guy's ass." Joe, at least give me my shirt!" Why do you want it so bad?" 'Cause I'm naked, obviously!"Joe got off me, but holding me still, rolled me over. My 7.5 inch cock was flat on my stomach, fully erect. The story did turn me on, though I tried denying it."Looks like someone was enjoying the story." Joe!" After he poked, he. ‘Looks like you’re good to go. Bathroom’s over there – there’s a shower if you want one later. I’ll just go let your doctor know you’re awake.’ The bathroom was a shock. I looked nothing like myself in the mirror. Or, more accurately, I looked something like my Fereldan self. I’d lost some more weight – not enough to be unhealthy, but enough to uncover the fact that I might have a bit of a girlish figure one day. It changed the shape of my face, somehow, and with how my hair had grown, I.