Christine’s Story II
The scenes of being fucked kept recurring. I could still see his naked cock as he stood over me. From my point of view it seemed enormous. His circumcised dick stood straight out from his loins supported by a tight sack. It bobbed up and down like a caged animal. Then I was being fucked. Over and over again this ‘movie’ replayed itself. First I could see his phallus then I was being fucked. I awoke with a start. I was disoriented for a moment. Then the memory of last nights fucking crept back into my consciousness. As I lay in my bunk I was sweating. My panties were down around my knees and my t-shirt was up under my armpits. My body was exposed from my tits to my pussy. It was true! I …