There’s a reason! I’ve read about it and written about it but never at my age ever expected to find myself in a similar position to the poor chaps... that I feature in so many of my stories. Yes, my wife has … There’s someone else. The biter bit, or perhaps the writer hit indeed! His name is Joss, and no despite the name he is quite white as white could be though there are some strong hints of black about him. As you may imagine then, his full head of ginger hair makes him quite striking. Younger. I went back in the lounge and tried to comfort Ploy.“Hey, come on Ploy, stop crying and please tell me what happened?She looked up at me and threw her arms around my neck. “Please forgive me, she was going to tell the police and my mum about Friday. She said she knew I was on Ecstacy and started beating me till I told her who gave it to me.”“Beat you... ! what do you mean? She can’t do that.”Ploy turned around and lifted her skirt, her legs and I assume her bum were covered in red weals. It. Franky had come over to my trailer to watch a movie on a Tuesday night and we were drinking. My rule was, if you're at my house drinking, you have to spend the night. Amy didn't drink at my house because she knew I'd make her stay no matter what her mom and dad said.Franky blushed and stuttered. "You . . . dammit . . . you said it was okay! You were lying right next to her! You said she wanted to suck my dick!" My point is," I said, "that sex is not a big deal. I enjoyed watching you fuck Amy.. She wore dangling earrings, deep red lipstick and nail polish, and heavy eye make-up to accentuate her dark, sultry eyes. As she came into character, she seemed to suck the power right out of me and into her. She became potent, vibrant, alive, and I felt weakened, diminished, hardly able to support my weight on wobbly knees. We decided to head out of town to a sleazy bar and dance hall that had a rather rough reputation. She let me go in the bar first and decide whether it looked like the right.