A wave of shame and horror swept over me, mum couldn’t say anything but “what are you doing here?!" I stammered and mumbled but even I couldn’t ...make sense of what I was saying, I ran out of the room and locked myself up in my roomI cried in shame till I slept off, I woke up several hours later and it was dark, everyone had gone to bed for the night or so I thought, I stepped out into the kitchen to get a drink as I closed the fridge with a bottle of some liquid I don’t remember in hand, I heard. "You like it, don't you? You like knowing how hard I am, how turned on you make me. You like knowing that you're responsible for my arousal, and that you're the one who's going to get me off."This was my fourth theory. I'd tried a few other things - building a memory and revisiting it several times, constructing an elaborate hypothetical and then behaving like it was true ... but they'd all led to nothing. For simplicity's sake, I was using the same story - that I'd been hit by a truck, and. 8Anna was building rapidly as she whimpered with the onslaught of cock inside her, I moved along the side of her and felt under her, taking the weight of her swinging breast in my hand and squeezing it, I had never groped a woman’s tits before but today, so many rules were being broken, so many taboos were being displaced, the waiter grunted and folded over Anna, she moaned as she felt the hot surge of spunk being squirted up her arse, she collapsed on my friend, he looked down at her and. And now, and now the goddess ofmy dreams was standing before me as if I was a hors d'oeuvre on a tray.I was grinning nervously as I said, "Hi Clara," I sipped my wine. "I'msure that you might not remember me from school." I paused. "I'm MichelleConnors."Clara's smile was wide and almost wolf like as she said, "Michelle," shepaused, "I must say that in all the years apart you have made a tremendousimprovement in your self." She looked at me. "Oh your drink is empty. Stayright where you are.