And he’d been happy to be seduced, tied up in a spider web and fucked by a terrifying, gorgeous spider monster.Every time he took a drink of her, an...d lost himself in the bizarre, intoxicating taste and power of her blood, he loved it. She loved it. They fucked almost every night, and sometimes went back to the jungle so Vrall could participate. Vrall liked to tie him up in her webbing, but when it was Fiona, she liked being tied up instead. So many kinks explored, like a bucket list she was. I chuckled. She looked at me and smiled in response.“Hi,” I said, “I’m Terry,” and held out my hand.She laughed, and said, “Me too!”“I’m sorry?”“I’m Theresa – Teri to my friends, so I’m Teri, too!” She took my hand. It felt warm and oddly comforting. She held it slightly longer than she had to, then let go.I thought for a moment, then said, “Would it be okay if I joined you? I really need a friendly face right about now.”She looked at me, with a slightly smaller smile, then shrugged and said,. I didn't. I was beginning to enjoy myself.We sat in the garden with our coffee and delicious Danish pastries talking gibberish. He was still checking me out, probably because I was accidentally-on-purpose flashing him whenever possible - leaning forward so he could see my tits, legs angled to make the most of them and probably more than a hint of pussy. I got up to get some more coffee, and when I turned round - bottom facing him - he called out in surprise"Jools!" What?" Are you wearing a - no. I stared at them and dreamed about them. When I saw them on the street or in a department store, I'd furtively follow them, captivated by the assertive click-click-click of their powerful high heels, their long painted nails, and the shape and movement of their ample bosoms. I was thrilled when I got close enough to smell their perfume.But that's as far as it went. I was, after all, a shy, scrawny 14-year-old with what Margie led me to believe was a laughably small penis. Besides, she.