After a minute the pain disappeared and I told him, "Deeper now John,yes, deeper, fuck my pussy John." He was so hard and though not as big as some of... Cathy's toys he waswarm and was deeply fucking me. "Oohh John, I'm going to, ahh, I'mcoming John. Oh, oh no, my dress!" I came and John did too, but hestayed inside me.After we'd rearranged ourselves John asked, "I had fun tonight Tess, canI see you again?"I considered the question while he drove home. My dress was stained, butwith my juice. My. Memorial Park is still where it has always been." Where am I?" What do you see?" I see a room with wood-panelled walls. And books, lots of books. I see drawings on the walls – children's drawings. I see you and me sitting on a leather couch. I see a desk in the corner with a computer and some photos in frames. I can't see the photos from here." That's good. That's what I see, too." I thought you were blind." That was your idea, not mine. The mind is an amazing thing. It fills in the blanks. It. With my father driving, and my stepmother sat beside him in the front, Hailey and I had the whole back seat to ourselves and as we set off, I turned on the television in the back of passenger seat to watch some television, but when my stepsister tried to turn on the one in the back of the drivers seat, she moaned that it wasn't working."Well, it was working fine the other day!" replied my father unhappy."Well, it isn't working now!" replied my stepsister back, before she then undid her seat. Living in sunny California I thought I'd see movie stars everywhere I went. I was wrong but not disappointed many of the people here in the San Francisco, Bay Area are nice and fun to be around. One night, I ran into a fellow Britt named Peter. He was asking for directions to get back to his hotel. I knew how to get him to his hotel, but I wanted to take him home with me. I haven't fucked another Britt since I left home, and Peter was hard to resist. I told him that I'd give him a ride to his.