Bruce was too wasted to even argue and she ended up driving him home and helping him up the stairs to his apartment. He collapsed onto his bed and she... hurriedly left. "Another perfect evening Bruce," he said to himself as he looked out the window to the street below.He looked out on the same tired old street. At the same tired old storefronts. The Flower shop, the bakery, the photocopy store, the Occult shoppe, the shoe repair... What, the Occult Shoppe? That was new and it sounded interesting.. He moved off of her and stood to remove his t-shirt. Reassured by the look on Marian’s face, he reached down and pulled her skirt from her body. Marian cursed the white full brief panties she wore, but they didn’t seem to bother Stephen as he removed them. He stripped out of his jeans and joined her once more. When Stephen took Marian in his arms, her fears melted away. He kissed her with a passion she had never known, and she answered him. In spite of Marian’s inexperience, a woman will react. Her smile disappeared, a look of longing on her face as she reached out too, and her hand passed through his as though it weren't there. For half a breath he almost thought he felt something, but it was as much a half-forgotten memory as the almost-voice he heard.~you must hurry~"Hurry where?" He looked around for some evidence of scenery. "Is there something else coming?"~I don't know~ she admitted, with a shrug and glimpse of the familiar broad smile."Then why hurry? There's..." He turned. Her fingers left her clit, leaving her thumb there to frig herself while her fingers wrapped around his shaft, adding to the sensation. She held him tight, and he started to groan in time with her. Watching her rub herself with abandon and the look on her face was proving to be too much for him. His hips rose up in time to meet with hers, slamming his rod deep inside her core and making her squeal. He could feel her cunt tighten even more around him, and her juices were flowing like crazy. She.