If you areoffended by such materials than do not read"That little bitch." Serena, said as she absentmindedly played with astrand of her blonde hair. W...ho does she think she is! Serena was the oneof the prettiest girls in Hochstein High school, and she never letanyone forget it. She would often belittle and abuse the girls at schoolwhom she thought were inferior than herself. Serena knew she wasbeautiful and even though she may not have been the tallest girl ever,she made up for that is other. He began with her lips. He pushed inside her mind and her body reacted by reshaping itself. April could feel a tingling through out her body, but couldn’t place what it was. Withing minutes her lips were equal to the great Angelina’s. He finished his drink and left the money on the table. He moved to join her. ‘Hello April.’ He said. ‘Who are you and how do you know my name?’ April asked. ‘Well I am Lord Donovan. And for how, well… I am a Mind Walker.’ ‘A what?’ She questioned. ‘Oh, dear. Mind. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…I was visiting my mother for a few days. At least that was the plan, but she left mere hours after I arrived. She had recently joined a choir and could not afford to skip a practice because they only had a few weeks left to get everything ready for their Christmas concert. The practice took place at the nearby village and usually lasted a little. He felt me up for a few minutes, and then he was on his way. He visited my house several times on his way to work to give me a thorough groping. A few times leaving me standing there with my panties pulled down, my bra unfastened and a huge hardon as he hugged me goodby on his way to work. He always had the biggest bulge in his pants during our doorway visits. He told me he would jack off in his car after our visits. One morning I met him at the doorway naked wearing just high heels. I was soo.