Turk took in the piteous figure of the girl before him. His c**k was hard and ready. All he could see was Cheryl and all he could feel was anger at the torment that her memory gave him. By raping this woman who so closely resembled her, he would be casting out a demon, shattering an illusion.
He pushed Denise backwards, causing her to fall onto the bed. It was the same bedspread that Cheryl had lain on. He could almost imagine her lying there. Quickly, Turk shed himself of his clothes. Denise cringed when she saw his rigid manhood, large and engorged. Turk knelt on the bed and crept over to the trembling girl. After removing her sandals, he placed his hand on her breast and squeezed, at first hard, so that the pain would register immediately to the naked young woman. Slowly, his grasp eas
