” you muse. “So many ideas are going through my mind.” “That filthy mind,” I echo. “You can do whatever you want with me, but I’d bette...r get fucked hard.” Your fingers smear the cum from my chin up and around my lips before you press them into my mouth to suck clean. “Trust me, by the time the night is over, you might regret begging for that.” A little shiver of electricity, like the rush of some potent drug, sets my nerves on edge. I shift on the kitchen table as you push me down on my. Stanley had been following Iris because he knew she was a technician at a blood bank. He needed her credentials to enter the blood bank and to steal blood. Blood is what kept Stanley alive. Even though he was dead.The plan was he’d take her home and make love to her. While she was asleep, he’d borrow her credentials and steal the necessary blood he needed. It wouldn’t be very hard to do this. Iris was an introvert and didn’t speak to many people. Stanley was charming and quite handsome.. Oh, Peter! Thank you, thank you for bringing me here! Can we go down to the sea itself?”“Of course. We’ll have to find some steps down onto the beach though.”That was easy but then they had to pick their way between family groups, avoid children running helter-skelter, beach balls, tennis balls and kites. At length they reached the water’s edge and Penny kicked off her shoes, held her skirt up above her knees and paddled in.She turned. “It’s not nearly as cold as I thought it’d be,” she said. Look, Sam. I'll hold you, I'll kiss you, and maybe even pet you, but I will not make love to you." I can live with that, at least for the time being. I don't know if I'm ready to make love yet anyway." Good. Now, is there anything else I should know before we try to get some sleep?" I knew I shouldn't have asked that question as soon as it was out of my mouth."Well... Do you know why I wanted the sleeping bags we got?" No." Because they zip together to make one large sleeping bag." Oh, God," I.