And you do as I tell you, I slam my hard cock deep into your mouth and tell you to suck my cock like the filthy whore you are. You start to suck me, e...ven though you are terrified you feel your pussy getting wet. Both my hands on your head now, pulling your mouth to me as I fuck your mouth. I look down and notice that your hand is between your legs fingering your pussy as I fuck your mouth and I laugh, Oh yes you are a fithy cunt whore aren't you.I pick you up and slam you hard against the wall. ”“So, your parents were divorced?”“Actually, no,” he said. “My mom and dad had a kind of ‘serial’ relationship. They loved each other till their dying day, but their differing views on what constituted ‘the good life’ made it impossible for them to live together. While they couldn’t seem to live together for long periods of time, my parents remained married and neither of them ever strayed outside their vows to each other. I think they actually spent more quality time together as a couple than. Finally, her distraught half-cocked smile gives way to a grin."No fricking way."She takes a step back to muster me up and down."Frank! Why didn't you show up at our ten-year reunion?" You do remember my name," I say. "I am flattered."She gives me the full-blown smile that made me have a crush on her for my entire four years in high school."Don't be a moron! Why wouldn't I remember you, after all the school days we skipped over at the Wharf?"Nicole was my partner-in-crime on many unauthorized. Breathe. One foot, two feet. The counter approached closer to my vision. I placed the two bottles down with a clink. The man looked down at me, his eyes hovering over the alcohol and then my face. Time slowed dramatically. Every flicker of his eyes, his silence, and his stillness sent blood screaming to my head. "Got an ID on you?", the man asked with suspicion. I tried my very best to appear mistaken. Rummaging through my purse, I let out a sigh of frustration. "Ugh, no sorry", I replied, "I.