.. ??You probably think I’m weird, not so much for reading the story over and over, but because the mechanics of the act enthralled me, I just could...n’t get the images out of my head, I still can’t. However, the story, at least to my mind, includes actions and descriptions that are simply not credible. Not that I wish to denigrate either the authors or their story in any way, but any attempt to actually do as they describe must allow for what is real, or possible, and what is fake, or ‘poetic. " I wave to our receptionist and she returns the wave with a beautiful smile. She's probably the only woman not attracted to Damien in the whole building; she's been with her girlfriend for almost eight years now. I've gone out with them a few times for drinks, but they can't beat Lara. As I wait for the elevator to arrive, I check my hair in the mirror-faced doors. The brown waves surround my face as I remove it from its bun. I wipe some of the eye liner away from my hazel eyes and sigh. "Come. Keri thought about leaving him and going home but she had had such a fight with her parents when she said she was going with Chris that she was sure that they would not welcome her home. When he was sober he fucked her often and hard but she liked that. Her self-esteem was so low that she believed that Christopher was right about her and all she was good for was to cook, clean and be his fuck toy, so she stayed. The next Sunday Chris invited his friend Bill over to watch the football game.. I heard Carol start to moan and began to tremble. She didn’t say a word but rode out her orgasm against my Pam’s knee. I couldn’t tell if Pam had another orgasm but her hand stopped and she pressed so hard against her sloppy slit that her knuckles were white.Pam wiped my cum off her face. She looked at the goo in her hand turning it from side to side as the table lamp made it sparkle in the amber light. “Have you ever tasted it? She asked and didn’t wait for an answer before lapping it off the.