Absolutely not.”“Let’s get some rest, and see what comes tomorrow.”He kissed me and pulled me over so my head rested on his chest, and stroked... my head as I cried myself to sleep.I woke up the next morning, Saturday, with a warm body spooning against me and felt a sense of peace and satisfaction, until I realized that one hand from that body was cupping my boob, that I had boobs, and that there was a hard penis pressing up against my ass. Memories of last night came flooding back into my mind. I. All day long the mental image had become stronger and stronger. As each piece of her plan came to fruition, she could feel her own lust grow. Now, watching Rachel's tight ass wiggle up the stairs in that barely-there skirt, she could hardly keep her hands off of her. She could smell that Rachel had been playing, that her pussy was hungry — as if she hadn't already noticed the smeared lipstick and telltale scent on the slut's lips.Megan had everything prepared, so once Rachel had been guided. By instinct I tried to push it outside and moved my legs from left to right but he was literally plugged inside me and he was firmly holding me. He waited without a move a moment, the time for me to accept that I could do nothing to repulse him, or the time for the muscles of my vagina to accept that presence and accommodate to the size. He then told me: “You still have to learn to obey, to accept that you are here for my satisfaction and nothing else. But you will learn. We already made a big. I sighed. I rebuked myself for even entertaining the idea that Christmasmagic was possible. And yet, there had been something about that booth thatreally did seem to exude magic. And also, the way it had disappeared.No one else was up yet. As I liked to do, I went down to the living roomwhere the tree was. I wasn't allowed to open presents yet, but I was allowedto look. There were several presents to me from Mum and Dad, as well aspresents to my younger brother and sister, as well as little.