But in context, it was totally fine.After dinner, we went on another parade of the city - I asked him if we were going to see a movie, and he just ans...wered, with a grin, “Sort of”.I’m by no means large, but I’ve got an ample bust and an ass to match it - I’m curvy, and Dennis is tall and thin. So I was impressed by how well he managed to keep me supported as we walked - the guys staring at me were distracting the hell out of me, and I’m not used to walking on heels at the best of times.I must. I caress her magical button, spread her labia, dripping wet for me... Oh god, I was about to explode. If it wasn’t for masturbation, I would have gone mad.Once, looking through a chemistry book, I came across a chapter devoted to chloroform – a liquid used in medicine. If a chloroform damped cloth is put over a person’s nose and mouth, he or she will pass out. And this was very important for me and my plan of fucking the girl next door.So I started thinking over a detailed plan of possessing. Patti was telling me how her husband hadn't even tried to fuck her in over seven months. She felt so alone. He had no interest, he had a small pecker and she had to take it in the ass to feel anything anyway. She said how she just wanted to have a real orgasm, just one. She was so desperate. I knew there was a firey slut side to her just waiting to be unleashed, I just didn't realize how much of a slut she wanted to be. She wanted to be used. She needed to be used. She was babbling and going n. You can't understand what I mean, but I don't expect you to. All I can do is tell the story, because - and let's face it here - that's what you all are interested in. The story. As I write this, it's 9:30 at night; the wind has settled down and I'm enjoying the comforts of my best friend's so-called guest house. I have a half-empty bottle of Jack in front of me, a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray, and I'm doing my absolute damnedest not to kill myself.But...the story comes first. My.