After the lights were off, I started taking off my clothes. Is this how itís supposed to be? I thought he was supposed to kiss me or something?
Even with the lights off I could see him staring at me. All I wanted to do was tell him to take me home. I didnít though. I took off all of my clothes and got into the bed next to his eye. He still didnít kiss me, and all the nice compliments heíd given me earlier were never heard again.
Roger pounced on top of me and started humping like a dog in a humping hell. He didnít know it, but he was humping my thigh. I thought he was ugly all over again. He realized his mistake because he spread my legs and jammed his pet dog dick into me. Off he went, changing his form to equal that of a greyhound losing a race. I felt so stupid and misused then. My breasts were flopping around all over my chest. I had some big ones so he was moving pretty fast. He stopped five minutes later. I know because I looked at the clock on the nightstand at the start.
He never looked at my face, but I couldnít stop looking at his. His yellow teeth were clenched, and his eyes were so far out of his head I think they actually touched me a few times. He looked like a dead catfish mixed with a gargoyle. Yes, he was back to being ugly.