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Lovecraftian tale of woman stolen from another dimension.
"That must be it," I said with a laugh.
"It's getting really late," Jenny said. "I wish I could stay longer but my parents will be expecting me home soon."
"Wow, you're right," I said. "We'd better get dressed and get you home."
I stood up and helped Jenny to her feet. I picked up my boxer shorts and pulled them over my legs, then picked up my pants and pulled them on as well. As I searched for my socks, I watched Jenny as she dressed. She buttoned her jeans first, then found her bra and sweater. Rather than put the bra on, she stuffed it into her pocket, and pulled the sweater over her head. She pulled her hair back, tugging it out of the shirt collar, and let it fall over her shoulders.
Once Jenny and I were both fully dressed and ready to go, we made our way towards the door. I stepped outside and was immediately hit in the face with a blast of cold, snowy air. One look into the night told me what the conditions on the roads would be like. It was suicidal for me to take Jenny home tonight. She would have to stay over.
"Oh darn," she said with a very sardonic tone. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You and me. All night. The kids are asleep. Your wife is gone. I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life. I think this is an answer to my prayers."
"We don't have to do anything else if you . . ." I began.
"Yes, we do!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I'll call my Dad."
Jenny skipped away to the kitchen to call her house. A few moments later, she asked me to come in, and handed me the telephone. I was nervous speaking to her father, fearing that Mike somehow psychically knew what I had just done with his daughter, but he was very understanding of the situation. He agreed that it was complete reckless to drive and was very grateful of my offer to let Jenny sleep "on the pull-out couch."
When I was done, I handed the phone back to Jenny. She said goodnight to her father, then to her mother, and then hung the phone up on the receiver. As soon as it was down, she squealed with excitement, and threw her arms around my neck. We kissed again, but more passionately and intensely than before. Already, my cock was hard again.
"We just have to keep it down," I said. "We can't wake the twins."
"Those two can sleep through a fire alarm," Jenny pointed out as she kissed my face and neck.
"Good point," I remarked, "now let's go upstairs."
I scooped Jenny up and held her in my arms. She laughed and kicked her feet excitedly as I carried her out of the kitchen. Up the stairs I carried her into the room that I had shared for years with my wife and was now about to share with a transsexual teenager. I have to admit that there was some guilt about my infidelity, but I could not stop now, even if I wanted to.
I placed Jenny on the bed, then climbed on top of her. I spread hungry kisses all over her face, then on her neck, and of course on her delectable lips. Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, clinging tightly to me. My right hand founds its way to her breast and began to massage the tender flesh through her sweater. To my surprise, Jenny pushed my hand away and drew her face from mine.
"What's the matter?" I said, suddenly frightened and disappointed.
"Go into the bathroom for a minute," she told me as she slid out from under me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Trust me," she said with a smile that let me know our fun was far from over. "Go."
Doing as I was told, I climbed off the bed and walked into the master bathroom which was attached to the master bedroom. I shut the door and waited patiently for Jenny to do whatever it was she wanted to do. I heard movement from inside the room but resisted the urge to put my ear to the door. I knew Jenny wanted to surprise me.
A minute or two later, Jenny beckoned me back into the room.