Poori room humare ahh uhhh se bari hui hain. Mere har ek jatke ke saath tumhara poora sharir hil raha hain. Tumhare mast bable ahh haa. Ab mein tumhe... doggy style mein chodane wala hu. Aa meri jaan. Ghodi ban ja.Apni gaand thodi utha le. Tumhari gaand pe 2-3 kisses dene ke baad mein ab apna lund tumhari chooth pe set kar raha hu. Kya chooth pahi hain tune. Wahh. Tere gaand pe grip pakadkar ab mein lund andar daal raha hu. Ahh.Mera lund itna andar gaya hain jaha tak ab tak koi pahooch nahi. ”“You can’t do these things with boys anymore.”And like an idiot, I said, “What about girls?”“What have you done with girls!?““Things...”“Did she put her mouth on you?”“Yes, Father?”“Between your legs?”“Yes, Father.”“And were you naked with her, too?”“Yes.”“Yes what?““Yes, Father.”“And did you come?”“Yes!”“How hard did you come?”“I came so hard...”“This is serious, child. Do you have your rosary with you?”“Yes, Father.”“I want you to pray the entire rosary. Stay in church, and when I’m finished. I could see how good it was for her. When she came, I kept fucking her and she came again. I’d never had such a feeling of accomplishment. I loved being able to do that for her.”Lora tilted her hips to change the angle. “It was so good! I’d loved Jack all my life and now we were doing this wonderful thing! I didn’t want to stop, but I was getting tired.”I slowed my pace and stopped. Marja moved back to her place next to the bed.“We stopped for a while and lay on our sides,” I said. “I stayed. They were small, more like boys than men. The one beneath her had his legs up between her arms and torso; he locked them around her chest now and began to squeeze; Em stiffened against the pressure, her lungs burning, knowing that when she took her next breath those legs would lock tighter.Em heard something hard smash against the floor above her, and then the sound of creaking wood and groaning nails.Someone was getting the axe.Em twisted and arched, working her jaw rabidly, shifting her.