I got up and walked through the service area and sprinted around to the front of the store. I felt my new power moving to my legs and I started to mov...e faster. I actually had to stop and walk because I was moving faster than a normal human would. Looking at my feet, I started giggling a little bit. The opening to one of my dad’s favorite shows growing up came into my mind “We can rebuild her; we can make her better.”Adrienne hadn’t been paying attention, her head was in her hands and she was. I see that look on your face, but I can't quite tell what it means. I don't care. I can't stop stroking my dick. I grip your solid member hard and then it hits me. Wave after wave of intense orgasm. I see colours and spots for a moment. I hear nothing but my own grunts. I look down at my erupting manhood, watching the blasts of hot cum fly out of it. It's covering your crotch, landing on and around your beautiful dick. I gain my senses enough to try to aim the last few bursts right onto your. She was a 34-D the last time they measured, maybe a bit fuller now.She smiled, looked in the mirror and thought about the boy who had brought her off with his mouth. I really was too bad he had come in his shorts.She selected a lacy thong from the top drawer after rejecting the tiny triangle of silk, Vickie's V-string, as much less stimulating. The stretch panty cupped her pudenda and excited her vulva slit when she pulled it tightly to her 20-inch waist. She had enjoyed two orgasms in her. Anna desperately wanted a boyfriend. She longed to cuddle up in front of the telly. She would have loved to stroke and to lick and suck a manly cock, but the limp, pathetic thing between her own legs would put any real man off sex for life. The following evening was Anna’s 27 th birthday, and she’d agreed to go out for a night on the town with Angie and two other girls from work. Jenna and Sue were both in their early thirties and typical bubbly Lancashire lasses. Anna had.