" Oh, hush."He twisted and she gasped to a halt."I tried being nice, but Your Bitchy Little Highness wouldn't take the hint and behave herself." Who a...re you ... OW!" I said hush." His voice was calm, but implacable. "Are you listening now?"She nodded."You've always needed me to tell you what to do ... shut it! You did, and you know it. I've always tried to let you do what you want, even if it would hurt you a little, just so you'd learn. And you did. We were quite the team, a boy and his tomboy. He grabbed the base of the shaft and speared her like a wild boar, sinking as deep into her juicy, hairless hatchet wound as it would allow. Grunting with the force of the thrust, Rob exclaimed, “Yes, fuckkkkkk! You’re so tight.”“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FUCK” Rebecca screamed as what felt like a giant log plunged into her pussy.“Uwghhh uh uh uh,” Rebecca groaned as Rob held his buried sword deep in her love sheath. He had bottomed out on her cervix and stopped with about 3 inches remaining outside of. He saw a slip and dress lying on thebed. He told her in a loud voice that he wasn't wearing a dress.She told him he was. He argued. She said, "You are going to look like a housewife. I am your bossin this and I say you will look like a housewife. Here look atthis!" She handed him a picture of a fifties wife with her hand on thehandle of a vacuum cleaner. The woman was fully made up and worejewelry and high heels. He noticed her skirt was tight on her. Tamara said, "I like the fifties look so. He was short, skinny, had short, curly blonde hair, and had a stern look on his face all the time. Well maybe that was just around band because I learned that he was a serious party animal and has gotten laid time and time again. He was super chill. He managed to sneak in some beer in his backpack and me and the trumpet player took a sip. I hated it, so I drank a coke. But the drummer drank the rest.So, we finally got the pizza but it was already 11:30. Which was lights out; So we just closed.