’ I roll my eyes and smile. ‘You do too, Jack.’ He frowns. ‘I mean it. Go to New York. Enjoy it. Stay there even, if it makes you happy.’ I ...swallow against a sudden rush of tears. My voice is thick with emotion when I say, ‘Thank you. I’ll think about that.’ Then, he kisses me. It is the kind of kiss a friend gives you to console you, there is nothing sexual about it. His lips brush over mine lightly and press down just enough to let me know he’s there for me. I grin when he pulls back. ‘God,. It was nasty looking with purple veins. Long and wide enough to stretch and beat the hell out of a woman’s cervix, and very thick which meant it really stretched a woman out. Even experienced women found it a bit intimidating. It really should have had a warning sign on it saying ‘Not suitable for small tight women’. Of course I didn’t care if it was too big for a woman. That just meant that I really got to enjoy a young woman’s tightness. All of my women conquests were screamers......and they. She went weak as she lowered her head to the point where her lips were in line with his ear as her thrust grew in speed and ferocity.“Oh fuck, that’s the sweetest and dirtiest thing anyone has ever said to me. Please don’t stop until you get what you want from me. Fuck me and then cum inside me, I want to feel your hot sticky cum inside me. I wanna be your cum bucket Ryan!” She said quite audibly although in a position to whisper. This was too much for either of them to handle as the moment had. " What about Lisa?" I fear that Lisa is a ten. I don't know why, but that girl has a whole lot of anger inside her," John said.Vicki said, "She's a middle child."Reverend Billings had explained about how the middle child is often insecure about his or her position in a family. They often hide their insecurity behind a facade of anger. He suspected that Lisa was more insecure than truly angry, although there was some righteous anger in the mix."What's that mean?" John asked."The middle child is.