She did really appreciate his e-mail though; it was fair to say that it saved her life. Alice had become suicidal, but reading that John still loved h...er, and explained her how he had been forced by his mother and the police officer to testify, had helped her a lot. He wrote how they had drawn every detail out of him, but he had constantly stressed how he took the blame for many of the things they had done, hoping that she'd get a lighter sentence that way.He really missed her and wished that he. .Be patient, give her what she wants, and then take what you want later...."Sweetheart, I'm not trying, I am. Lets go, we're running out of time for lunch, and what I want to talk to you about, c'mon baby get in the truck".She got in the truck, and they drove to a nearby drive thru restaurant. He rested his hand on her leg while he drove. ((Oh wow, no guy has ever touched me this casually. It feels great, his hands are so big!)) After they ordered food, he told her; "I want you" Startled out of. Her lips and tongue yank on it as if her life depends on it. The slurpy sucking noise is only surpassed as she begins to flick my head with the point of her tongue. I take hold of her head, thrusting myself in and out lustily.The mouth fuck sends my nerves reeling, the tingling in my spine, the goose-pimples on my body begin to play havoc with my libido. I grab her throat, thrusting myself deep inside, just for a few seconds.Engaging in her anus once more, I take hold of her small hips, she. “I’m just not ticklish, that’s all. I’m not into that coochi-coochie-Koo stuff!”She folded her arms, sighed out an exasperated sigh, and turned her head off to the side in frustration.I was alike “...whatever. Let her be upset, I don’ give a fuck.”Then out of nowhere, she fumbled out the words “…can I…ummm…CAN I FUCK YOU?”My reaction was priceless.“I wha?... You?... But I… I mean, like, Are you…? … Can you, just…it’s like…dude, what the f--…can we, ummm… fuck, I…mmmmbblmrrmnn…”I stumbled.