I feel his cock squirt in my hand, and it's so different from jerking myself off. It pulses and grows and squeezes with ever spurt. I can feel hot, st...icky cum running through my fingers. I can't see it, but I imagine thick white cum, thick male sperm now in my hand. That thought (and Carl’s words, fuck) are enough to bring me over the edge. And for a moment I don't see anything anymore, only stars in my head and behind my eyes. Months of frustration and pent-up sexual energy come out with a. What’s-her-face was going to have chip in for the good of Hank’s jewels. I snagged her phone number, planning a rendezvous for later that afternoon. At about 2:30 PM, I called and she said that she was home alone and free for the afternoon. She gave me directions to her apartment and told me to bring a pint of whiskey. Here I went, Jim Bean, brown-bagged, in hand, to her apartment, which was a glorified dorm room on campus. I hadn’t ever seen her before and this was in the day before Facebook,. I felt myself go in, and Anna convulsed and screamed."No darling, no, it's too much…too painful." Please stop.I stopped and pulled out. There was blood on my penis and around her anus."Oh God, I've hurt you, Anna, you're bleeding." It's all right," she moaned, "I don't think there's any great damage."I carried her to the bathroom and carefully washed her anus, inspecting it for damage. The little pink opening looked raw, but the bleeding must have been coming from deeper inside.There was no. "Hello," Harris began, speaking gently. "I'm Detective Harris from the police department. Are you folks the friends of Samantha Ramirez, Julie Sweener, and Robert Taylor?"Sandy, who'd had the most time to absorb the shock of Bobby's death, replied simply, "Yes." The others just stared at him bleakly."I have some news for you. I don't want you all to over react, because the investigation is continuing. Nothing is confirmed yet," he cautioned.They all looked at him with just a bit more.