" And?" Owen asked."Well, I was f******n and really didn't like him much, so I didn't let him." And, that's it? Have you ever seen a guys' penis?"I la...ughed and said, "No, but I've looked in books and on the internet." Oh, girl, how lame can you get? That's pathetic." Well, I guess I've got a lot to learn, huh?" I joked."Yeah, you and Owen. I taught him just about everything he knows. What do you think of my guy?"Well, that was easy, Owen was drop-dead gorgeous. Six-one, ripply muscles, wavy. The cheerios were coming for her. Just then the lamp went out and the room plunged into darkness. She stifled a scream, telling herself it was just a nightmare.Cheerios couldn't move or unplug lights. They didn't come after people. Then something light and dry brushed against her cheek, and all rational thought left her mind as she was seized in the cold grip of terror. She opened her mouth to scream, gagging as it was immediately filled with tiny rings of cereal. She felt it moving all over. “W-why did you help me?”“I need no reason to help someone.” He rotated his injured shoulder a few times.So he really was helping her. She thought perhaps she was trading one assailant for the next. Again he started walking off, with every intention of leaving just as abruptly as he’d arrived.“Wait, wait it’ll ... it won’t heal safely. I could clean it, let me—”“I’ll be fine.” He started walking again, but she could see a limp in his step.“You won’t be fine. Can you even reach that wound. After a few moments, and few more shots, I slid my hand up under herdress, and began touching her directly through her panties. They feltsilky and sexy and oh so wet.So I pulled her dress up, and threw the hem of it over my head,disappearing under the material and instantly mouthing her shaft betweenmy painted lips. Muffled as my hearing was, I distinctly heard her gasp.Is there a sexier sound?Cynthia let me taste her precum through the material of her panties.Tangy and sweet and oh so.