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He was in her! Oh! The Boy was in The Girl! The Boy kept a tight grip on The Girl’s hips, not so much thrusting into The Girl, not fucking her now as simply using her her pussy to masturbate himself, pulling her back and forth onto his cock again and again like one of those artificial vaginas. It didn’t take him long. It never did. With a last vicious yank, he pulled The Girl back onto his cock, his hips pushing forward against her, pressing himself deep and holding there. The Girl made one of the few sounds of their otherwise silent meeting, a tiny grunt, followed by a little whimpering moan. After another moment The Boy seemed to relax his grip on her hips and The Girl shifted forward slightly although The Boy’s penis stayed in her. From flat on her back under the joining of The Girl and The Boy, she could see, reflected in the glow of the distant streetlamps, a thin line of fluid trickling down, making a silvery streak down the inside of The Girl’s thigh. There asian was a quick clap of The Old Woman’s hands and The Boy and The Girl were gone, back along the path and out of sight. The Old Woman stood looking down at her, shaking her head slowly, then she too was gone. Alone now, and naked, she got to her knees, legs wide apart and at last was able to find release. It was getting more and more difficult to cum. I enjoyed writing the "If things had been different" series so much I wanted to add a few more chapters. At the end of chapter 4, Julie & Sarah had agreed to holiday together on a regular basis to keep their relationship alive, the rest of the time Julie would live her life somewhere in the murky shadows, and Sarah would lead a normal life spending her time with her husband & her daughter Michelle. I may cover some of those adventures at some point in the future, but in this chapter I have jumped forward 18 years as I want to focus on Sarah's daughter, Michelle, aka Mitchie. Michelle cursed softly as she heard the doorbell ring and glanced at the screen and sighed softly. The chat room she was in had started getting juicy and she was torn between getting even more intimate with a guy whose bio read 'Bruce, Male straight, 25, 6' blond/blue, sexy surfer from Oz, 8" uncut always ready for a laugh' or a woman whose bio described herself as 'Miss Lush, bi female, 40, divorced, 5' 6" fuller curvy figure seeking to help younger girls explore their hidden feelings.' The doorbell rang again, and again Michelle swore, as she knew that the caller wasn't going to go away. Michelle glanced at her own bio which was 100% accurate. 'Bi curious female 18, 5'3", 34b, brown/brown, looking for fun,' though she wondered if her screen name of 'UAlbanyGirl' was perhaps too honest. Michelle quickly typed in the box "brb some idiot at the door won't go away," before looking round the room for the clothes she had discarded earlier in the conversation. Not bothering with underwear she wriggled into a skin tight pair of light grey yoga pants and threw on a baggy Yankees T shirt that fell just below the cheeks of her small ass. Michelle giggled to herself as she looked round the room, there was something deliciously naughty about getting naked in the large family room adjacent to the kitchen when she was alone in the house. On many more than one occasion, she had bought herself to an orgasm in the very spot where a few hours later she had stood innocently talking to her parents about career choices after university. The one thing her bio hadn't stated about her was that she was still a virgin. Sure she had the odd grope and heavy petting sessions and although she had let boys fondle her small breasts, she never let them get their hands inside her panties. She had used her own fingers and sometimes a toy she japanese had bought one day across town, which she panicked about all the way home, fearing it would magically start buzzing in her back pack so letting the whole carriage know what she was carrying. The reason she had written bi curious was linked to an event that had happened a couple of weeks earlier, a scene she had replayed in her head many times as she bought herself to a shuddering climax. A scene that made her think she desired more than just a cock but to cross over and taste the delights of another woman. Michelle had hit it off with Jenny from day one at university, even though Jenny was a boarder, and Michelle commuted daily. Jenny was a few inches taller than Michelle, and had corn blonde hair with bright blue eyes, when put together with her 36C breasts, gave her the look of west coast bimbo. Whoa betide anyone who underestimated Michelle's amateur Californian friend and treated her that way, as beneath the almost 'Barbie doll' look lurked a razor sharp & highly intelligent brain. A few weeks back there was a party at the campus and the two girls concocted a plan to get Michelle some freedom. Michelle explained to her parents how it would be dangerous for her to travel tits back but it would be OK as her friend Jenny had agreed to put her up overnight. To her relief her parents agreed on the promise that there would be no drinking, even though she was 18. After quite a few drinks, and with a lot of giggling Hardcore about which boys they fancied , Jenny snuck Michelle into her room. The two girls stripped down to their bra and panties before Jenny got into her bed and Michelle snuggled into the sleeping bag on the floor, falling asleep within a few seconds of her head touching the pillow. Michelle woke a few hours later disoriented as to where she was but quickly realised what had woken her was the noises coming from her friend's bed. From the glow of the moon coming through the window where the girls had forgotten to draw the blinds, Michelle could see her friend quite clearly like a spot light was on her. This was delicious. He kept fucking me furiously. As I fastened my pants, I looked around and saw that there was nobody in sight, Hardcore so I opened the window and poured our pee out on the ground. 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