I wanted her more than ever, but I wanted this all to last. I told her I wanted her to suck my fat cock, and dropped a few more C-notes. They tumbled ...down my chest, onto her body, and hit the floor. Unzipping my pants, I pulled myself out, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and just let them hit the floor. Standing there, drink in one hand, with my other hand on the back of her head, I helped her keep a good rhythm. She sucked and licked my cock, almost like she was trying to clean it of. What you, well maybe Konrad too, but I saw you, and I know... what you did was... it made the difference here."There was a long silence under which they concentrated on their breakfast. Melissa was staring at her yogurt. Dawn was leaning back in her chair and pushing her fork into her pancake. Both women could feel the uneasy atmosphere."Dawn?" Yeah?" I'm sorry about yesterday." Why?" I interrupted your night out." No worry." So... you're hunting... 'Creatures of the Night', huh?" Melissa said. I never liked football or any hard boy's games, but thatwas just me, no one really cared, so I was happy. To be honest, I wouldrather have been playing with the girls in their games, but of course Inever said or hinted that.It was about two years later I was thirteen and a half and Mum was atwork and Aunt Shirley was reading her book, she was an avid book reader,and I was feeling tired that night, so I said to Aunt Shirley, "Is itall right if I go to bed now, I know it's only eight o/clock but. So, in my own defense, and to correct the record, I'm writing this story. There'll be some sex in it later, since that's what you signed on for in the first place.People think that writing smut is all sweetness and light and beating off with one hand while you fill pages with erotic content with the other. I don't know how many of you can type with just one hand, but it ain't that easy, let me tell you. And "Herman", as I have nicknamed my manhood, has gotten to the point where, if he's going.