Wendy got into big the car and unlocked the passenger side big door. Guy bigorgasm got in and looked over at her trying to decide when he should say the trigger phrase.
"So where big do you live?" Wendy smiled.
A few seconds passed and finally Wendy said with an almost offended big voice "No."
".. my mom," Wendy responded.
"Wendy I am big going to count to 3. When I reach 3 you will wake up bigorgasm and not remember any of this... 1... 2... 3."
As bigorgasm Wendy came too, Guy started talking. "Then take a right on to Appearson. Finally go right on a little private road."
"Fine," Guy responded big. And big off they bigorgasm went.
It wasn't so much that big she looked extremely sexy in the dress. In fact, it hung off big her breasts such that it sexy hid most of her big sexy curves. Rather it was big the idea of easy access that turned big him on. That and the fact that he figured he would actually get to big take advantage of it, not just dream about big it big.
Guy waited a few moments and then big continued, "You know it is not fair, you have seen big my house, but bigorgasm I haven't got to see yours yet. I orgasm got an idea. Why don't sexy you take me by your place so that I orgasm can big see your house? While we are there we can go big in and I can bigorgasm look at your CD collection sexy. That would be easier than big naming every band you like bigorgasm."
Wendy giggled. "Yeah, it would be easier, but big to big be honest, my mom isn't home big and I am big not suppose to have guests over unless one of my parents is there. I know it is bigorgasm a big drag, but they are really strict big about big it."
Guy wasn 't trying to big do the big whole routine yet orgasm. He just wanted to make sure she would be in safe position when he yelled the phrase. "I am going to count big to 3. When I reach the number 3 you orgasm will bigorgasm wake up and remember big none bigorgasm of this conversation. 1 ..... 2 ..... 3."
Wendy quickly regained composure, got out of the car and opened the front big door.
"What?" Wendy big yelled bigorgasm from somewhere within the room.
As time passed, the idea of Wendy bigorgasm becoming more and more bigorgasm helpless big was turning bigorgasm Guy on big. He reached down and placed his warm palm under bigorgasm her dress. He couldn't help but noticed the silk like tender flesh bigorgasm of her big inner thigh. He relished in her helplessness as big he began bigorgasm moving his hand up towards bigorgasm her most private area.
About two minutes later, the fourth yawn sexy came . Wendy gave no resistance this time. Afterwards, she exhaled the contents of orgasm her lungs slowly. Her breathing became big very light and very short. So light in fact, that it was hard to detect, aside from the warmth her breath created on Guy 's lips.
As on the bus, Guy bigorgasm began calmly saying her name. "Wendy... Wendy big... Listen to me Wendy... Can you hear big me Wendy?"
"Wendy, do you know who I am?" Guy big asked.
She big spoke as big though big it took all her strength. "...Umm big .....Hmm"
Guy waited for a response big. The pause seemed like an eternity and then finally he big heard a whimper:
As sexy he spoke, Guy big pulled Wendy's orgasm dress up exposing her white silken bigorgasm panties. He took big two fingers down and began making tiny rhythmic circles on the soft silken fabric between her legs.
"Do you want to make love to me big Wendy. Do you want to bigorgasm feel me inside of you right bigorgasm now?"
Guy decided big to look around since his climax was over. He went upstairs and began big looking for Wendy's room. He big could still hear her even from big the 2nd floor. He found what looked to be big her bigorgasm bedroom and big began looking through her dresser drawers. Finally bigorgasm, he found a pair of white silken big panties like the ones she had soaked downstairs. Then bigorgasm he turned his attention to her CD collection.
After about five more big minutes, the yells suddenly stopped. Guy returned orgasm to the basement bigorgasm to find Wendy bigorgasm passed out sexy in a small pool of her own juices. One knee raised in the air, the other leg hanging off big the big side of the couch. Her hands were both lying limp big against her swollen red pussy lips. Her head was tilted to her right, her big mouth wide open as if she was yelling when she passed out. Drool had begun trickling from her mouth onto the couch.
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