The woman sitting next to her was someone she knew. She worked in the outfitting department a floor below hers and had been part of the makeshift plat...oon that had pinned in the marines. They chatted while they waited, talking of Lisa's wound and their hopes for reassignment."I want tanks," the woman told her, almost hungrily. "I want to be in the machine that blows those Earthling fucks back to their landing area." I just want someone to give me a gun to fight with," Lisa responded vaguely, not. Many college girls and house wives contacted me through my email Some of them are in great touch with me. Sometimes asking my opinions and used to have sex chats.. This time I am telling my experience with one of my reader. Coming to the story.I got an email after publishing my first story with my classmate. Telling that she loved that story. And she saw some specialties in that story. I thanked her and got to knew each other.. Name , whereabouts what she is doing like that.Her name is. Youare about to become the girl you've always wanted to be, Cindy.I felt his pressure again and tried to relax. He was pushing slowly andI felt the tip of his giant cock spreading my hole, and the pain wasstarting to overwhelm me as I felt tears of pain form and start to rolldown my face.Sara came over and started playing with my nipples, through my nightgown and told me to take in every sensation. Cindy, I want you toremember everything, baby. Pay attention to every little sensation.You. He ran a gentle hand over the red, stinging area, calming me slightly. I moaned again when he did this, creeping ever closer to my release. Smack! Smack! He hit me again, and I loved it. His thrusts became faster and more urgent, as he held me with one hand on my right hip, the other hand resting on my ass, ready to spank at any moment, killing me with the anticipation. Smack! I moaned. Smack! I moaned again, louder this time. Smack! Even louder this time. "Oh fuck," I uttered. I heard him.