You go to the address, of course

Your head is filled with images of Willow, those perfect lips, that swaying ass, that inviting chest, but above all, that powerful voice. Somewhere, somehow she's beckoning you. This whirlwind of seduction overwhelms your mind until a moment of clarity hits you, you know what you have and want to do.

"Sarah, i'm heading to a friends house for the afternoon"

"Okay Doug, i'll tell Mom and Crystal" her weirded out expression shows that at least some of your turmoil showed, but you don't mind. "Cya.." You turn and walk out the front door.

The walk to Willows house is pleasant, to say the least. You feel like your head is helium and the rest of your body is just floating along. A couple of women cat call you but you don't mind. Eventually however a jogger ends up in front of you, you can't remember how or when she ended up there but she's definitely a welcome addition to your voyage. Even through your daze you're to admire her almost comically voluptuous body which almost immediately gives you a rock hard six inch stiffy. Your vision makes a beeline for a possible contender for the best-ass-of-your-life award. While normally you'd associate something of that size with a fatty it didn't at all look out of place on her hour glass figure, as a matter of fact the you can tell that's it's quite firm through her skin tight workout pants. Although in between her impressive thighs you see hints of what might be another big slab of meat on her...

A minute or so later (as far as you can tell) you legs come to an automatic halt, jerking you out of your stupor. You quickly take in your gatherings.