She looked down and saw the eye staring. She tried to close her legs, but felt them too spread apart so wide she felt her hamstrings strain.She was sh...uddering with sensation by the time the thing took her sex. It poured into her slowly and methodically. It worked in, exploring her every crevice. It lightly prodded deeper, and deeper. Any spot that made her hysterically moan more than usual was remembered and explored again. It was like it wanted to make her scream. "Not there!" It filled her up. They had an appointment at the jeweller in two weeks to choose the rings. That Saturday they were at her brother’s for a patio party. Her story. As she told me. I wrote in the first person I find it easier to write that way. We were at my brother’s for a patio party. We were introduced to some people we did not know and met some old friends. One man in particular, Henry a friend of my brother was nice looking and seemed to know it. He was very social, especially with the women there, it seemed. Coming Saturday she invited me again for the dinner and I eagerly accepted. Till then I never thought in the near future something might happen between us. Well I got ready bought some flower and sweets and went to her house in the night. I ran the bell and when she opened, my jaws was opened for some time, as she was wearing black saree with sleeveless blouse and erotic aroma was coming from her which could faint any guy. She asked me twice to come inside but I was stuck in some other dream,. I want him to take me, to ravage me. The X-rated romance novelist finally getting hers. I don’t care. I realize I really don’t care. Have I always been a slut waiting to come out?I pull him along through the house, not bothering with turning off lights or locking up doors and windows. I pad up the stairs barefoot but my steps are the only sounds, yet I have his hand in mine. His feet … why doesn’t he materialize feet?I release his hand once we enter the bedroom. I strip down the cover.