“Holy fucking shit Jeff. This is some ring, how much did it cost?” Jessica asked. “Sorry, can't tell you that. But I got it for my sweetie. And ...she loves it, so it really doesn't matter how much it cost,” Jeff replied. “No shit. What were you two fighting about though?” Jessica asked. “Not important,” We both replied. Then she was a little skeptical. “What do you mean 'not important.'? It was your first fight, you always remember your first fight. What was it about?” Jessica asked. “Seriously. It was 8:43p.m, and her sisters wedding reception was at 9:15. She checked her G.P.S, but it told her she was miles away from anywhere of even the smallest importance. Biting her lip, she held back tears of frustration, and concentrated on the car. She turned the key, but it only chugged softly, and died again. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck! She blew out a sigh of exasperation, and wrenched open the car door, undid her seat-belt, and stepped out of the car. Grey smoke was billowing from under the. I’m not saying that I did but what if I did? What gives you the right after all you have put me through to complain?”“It’s not about screwing someone. It’s about making love to someone. I fuck men to get satisfaction. I don’t make love to them. You don’t know how to fuck. The only thing you know is how to make love and there is a big difference. When I gave you the opportunity to fuck Lyn I was testing to see if you could just fuck her but you couldn’t, could you? It is always about emotion and. Still impaled on my penis, she asked if I had come yet. “No,” I said, “with me it’s always lady’s first.” “Well, I’ve come twice now, so I guess it’s your turn. What’s your pleasure?” Looking down at her ass, I noticed that my grip had left hand prints on her creamy smooth skin. I slapped one cheek, then the other. A nice pink color began to rise. “I want to spank your ass, then come on it,” I replied, adding a couple of quick slaps to reinforce the idea. “Oh God, yes! Spank my ass! Come on.