’ Maybe you ain’t got the type to be tearing shit up.” She shrugged her shoulders and slowly straightened her stance before I closed the distanc...e and palmed the back of her neck. As I pushed her face down onto the desk, my other hand flipped up the tail of her evening dress and pulled her g-string down to just above her knees.“So all of you muthafuckas gonna test me today, huh? ‘Boyfriend dick’ my ass!” I snarled as I dropped my pants, smacked her fleshy backside with my meat, and slipped it. No, I was not more affectionate, more sensitive, more caring. I considered myself a decent companion. While I may not have loved Mary with a passion, I did care for her and wanted the best for her. I thought that we had a nice relationship, that we cared for each other and wanted each other to be happy. But things had changed and I wasn't sure exactly what or why.I did notice one thing though - sex had become sporadic. While we were no longer young lovers, screwing like rabbits, we did manage. . Rachael... Help me... hold me," and he guided her hand down to grasp the huge pole that was collared in the never-fucked mouth of her fat, juicy cunt.The ingenuous girl felt the thick hardness, trying to enclose it with her hand but her fingers could not quite surround it. Hot, thrilling tingles radiated out from her cock-filled cuntmouth as she moved the hard shaft and teased the multitude of tiny nerve ends in her swollen portal."I want to, Bill. I want to help you... us. Can you? Hanh.... I had marked someone, a woman, a teacher, that I barely knew anything about. I mean, I only knew her name because it was on the name tag outside of her class. I skipped the rest of classes that day. I went back to my room and just sat there, wondering and worrying. I tried to remember what I knew about the way marking worked. When did the person show the first signs? What was going to happen next? I paced the floor. I tried to eat but wasn’t hungry. I tried to do some homework, but that.