'Then I will take as payment a second cherry of yours, and so apt a namefor such small, sweetly formed lips! You will suck, and you will choke, andyou... will swallow every drop. Is that understood?' Meekly,Bethany nodded. He helped her to her knees, which were forced wide by the spreader bar andthe fact that knees do not bend very well except in one direction. He gentlycaressed her hair, kneading his fingers into it so that he had a very firmgrip on Bethany's head, and his raging cock now. I'm a fiend. It's hopeless. Everything is done for. Those ladies agree to let me fuck them because the alternative is worse. They have a need for their bodies to be respected even in death, while as for me, I do what I have to because my life was stolen from me - taken - and speaking honestly, I don't know whether it was real or just the delusion of an old schizophrenic mind. Maybe I've always lived in these caverns. Maybe all my troubling memories are lies. All I know is that I can spear a. " I'm not going to survive that long." I think you will. Let's get in the back seat for a few minutes."Chris looked at his mother in confusion."You're being punished, not me." What does that mean?" Come on," Allison said, taking his hand and walking him to the back door of the car.Chris followed her into the back seat where they resumed kissing. The car quickly filled with their moans of excitement."Take my panties off," Allison whispered, lifting her skirt above her thighs.Chris hurried to. So, one afternoon, we were talking in her bedroom about boys and sex, what else?"Shit, here we are, Nicole, just about into high school, have you ever been kissed by a boy?" she asked me as we lay on her bed."You're kidding, right? Never, not once. Have you?" Not a single time. And we'll be in high school. What super-virgins we are, it's awful." What we need is a boy to practice on," I pined."Well, we could use each other." We're not gay, April. Well, at least I'm not." I know, it would just be.