Git, had me down to a T in the bedroom damn my stupid curiosity damn it to hell. He flashed his most deviant smile, stroked my face before kissing me ...the kind of kiss that left me breathless and want his lips and his fingers in interesting places and his cock filling my tight pussy right up to the hilt. Before his kiss had time to begin to linger on my lips he'd picked up my pussy juice soaked undies and put them in my mouth gagging me with them."Now do you think you could hold off wetting. We don't have all day, you know," prodded Katy."What do you think of Barry Miller?" I haven't seen Barry in several years," I objected, although I couldnever recall another time I'd called him simply Barry. I did rememberseveral times when I had tacked on one or more colorful expressionswhenever I referred to him. But I'd never seen anything wrong withcalling with an asshole an asshole. And it certainly wasn't my faultthat Barry was an asshole; he must have got his assholiness genes fromone or. As it happens, I had deviated from this strategy in the case of the woman who became my wife—my cheating, soon-to-be ex-wife, that is—which strongly suggested that being the pursuer in a sexual relationship did not, actually, work particularly well for me, and that a return to my natural approach might be in order.Of course, it wasn’t quite that simple. As we all know, in high school and college, when one of you decides it’s over and wants out, it’s usually no big deal to avoid one another, if. Fran arrived at school filled with dread and anticipation. She expected to see every boy at school wearing the red badges sporting the large white 'FF' that gave them permission to fuck her whenever they wanted to. She was not sure if she was relieved or disappointed when she did not see a single boy wearing one. Her fantasy/nightmare about this day was that she would be forced into closets and fucked between every class by hordes of horny males wearing "Fran Fucker" badges.Fran ran into.