Yes, that was it. After all, anal sex may feel different from vaginal (- Very! -) but still builds and releases sexual tension,-true- which is what an...d orgasm is (- also true-) so -why shouldn’t this make me orgasm (- because your he’s choking me.-) After all she was (-not-) enjoying her, as her tongue, forced out of her mouth by his girth, touched his balls. And they (- didn’t-) taste good! Her voice was re-emerging, her mind regaining control of the lustful brain and her senses, as oxygen. Like most guys, my sexual beginnings were those of normal, over-sexed teenage boys. I was never an athlete. Tall, skinny and very uncoordinated. The kind of a boy that every one made jokes about in school. I wanted to date the more popular girls in the school, but none of them would be caught dead talking — yet along dating — the likes of me. Most of the girls who would talk to me were either homely, fat, or both. I was as shy as shy can be. Most of the girls who talked to me were equally shy.. He produced so much, it was like an ambrosia to me. Like a drug.Rollicking fountains of it. And I wanted it. I adored it. I fairlyover-dosed on it.So engrossed in my sucking, after a few minutes I was quite surprised whenhis hands gently grabbed my shoulders and encouraged me to stand up. Hispython of penis slipped out of my mouth, my tongue reaching out to catch alast drop of precum as I began to rise to my feet.In my four inch heels. YUM!As I did, I noticed my panties were wet. Really. “That night even though she tried to stop me I proposed to your mom. She told me that she loved me but she couldn’t move past your dad. I accepted her no. We were talking about the three of our future and she told me to marry you. It blew my mind. I was like what? I proposed to you five minutes ago and now you want me to propose to Carly. The suddenness of it shocked me.She knows I love you. Look at me, I killed the man who had that gun on you. Nobody is going to hurt my Carly. It’s also true.