“You f*****g creepy bastard!” I spluttered, red-faced and uncharacteristically edgy without the comfort of my home turf for security. I had managed to get my hand off my crotch and check my zip and buttons for signs of unlawful entry. Everything appeared to be in order but how would I tell? My p***y didn’t feel violated but it felt warm, wet and tingly, like it always does the morning after my dreams. Perhaps he hadn’t managed to get his c**k inside me but had licked it instead, his horrible flushed face pressed to my soft mound, going where no man had gone before, getting me all wet when I was off guard so that he could slide a finger inside me undetected. At least I knew for sure that he hadn’t been in my other hole, since it is very tight and I feel it for quite a while after I have bee
