Hey Sarge, you sure you checked her good.No, he laughed, you boys better check too.Two sets of hands worked their way up and down her body.Lisa was sh...aking, trembling. How could this happen, this is the police.She tried to explain but her plea’s were only mumbles under the hood.Her whore shorts and panties were ripped off. Then her coat, top and bra.She was naked except for the hood.The two cops ran their hands all over her body.This Bitch is shaking Sarge, you think the whore would be used. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you, sweetheart.Amy: When you said that this cannot be completely wrong. Well, that’s the same thing I thought last night.Me: Good to hear that you feel the same.Amy: Actually, yesterday, I also thought of something else. About the boyfriend thing.Me: What is it?Amy: Well, I know that you can’t be my real boyfriend. But maybe, before I do meet the right guy. Could you pretend to be that guy? And even, like, can we stop saying we’re pretending? If it’s. Thanks to a heavy dose of bourbon, probably, we both expressed our curiosity in sex with men. I admitted to having some degree of expertise due to my wild years of college and some extensive experimentation, Mark admitted to naught. On that first night, one thing led to another. We watched some porn together and jerked off together but not each other.Over the following months, things progressed much, much further. We established a relationship with very particular benefits. We tried to be very. This time, I did not rebuke him. I allowed him to push my head closer to his cock. I think Robert and I both new I would do what he wanted me to do. He continued to gently guide my head towards his rigid pole. After initially resisting, I slowly relented, and leaned forward until my face was only a few inches from his penis, Robert continuing to guide my head forward. I stared at the large bulbous head for several seconds before I started gently kissing the head. I could smell and taste the.