I grew frustrated.“I want your permission,” she managed through hot, panting breaths.Looking back, I’m amazed how even in full lust this woman w...as so gentle, respectful, and kind. That said, I wasn’t thinking about anything in that moment. Well, ok, I was thinking about precisely ONE thing.“Do it!” I practically pleaded, “please, take me. I need it… I need YOU.”Oh, that did it. She finally moved me into position. I couldn’t hardly move a muscle as she engulfed my manhood inside of her. She. Definitely - she had been adamant.I inhaled the night air of the city.Next day it took the shit only a few hours to hit the fan. By evening I was gloriously covered by it.The Enthwistles charged me for quite a list of things with the Providence police. Among the more serious accusations were the use of violence, assault and battery, and the threat with a lethal weapon. I also was accused of forcefully abducting Enthwistle senior, leaving him behind in a life-threatening situation. My abduction. I blasted a couple of shots into her, pulled out and shot the rest on her little titties. She smiled as I went down to kiss her and she pushed my head to her breast. I began kissing her titties and realized I was eating my own cum. I guess it wasn't too bad, I kept licking and kissing her tits.We went and cleaned up a bit. Lindsey was wearing an oversize t-shirt with nothing underneath, me still in my sweats. I told her the boys were down there. She smiled and said she knows.Once. Stale cigarette smoke. Cigarette smoke that was literally permeated into the walls, ceilings, and floors. Another smell was, at first, harder for me to figure out what made it; but I soon understood that it emanated from lots of other men's sperm!The preview booths were always dark. The stalls typically painted black. There was never much light (except for the TV monitor on the wall in front of you). But, as my eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, I started seeing curious whitish colored.