Marilee raced back to the doorway, flung the heavy door open and ran straight to the woman standing behind the store's cash register."Oh, God ... oh ...... help, please! Call somebody. He attacked me, he ... he... !" The cashier stared at the frantic girl, then ran to the window and saw the high school boy sprawled awkwardly, leaning back against the store's delivery van, his eyes and mouth gaping open, hands flung up as if warding off an attack. He was alone. There was no one else near, no one on. .." she moaned as I thrust it in and out of her, her hands going to the back of my head to keep me there as I pushed it in and out of her."Don't get too used to it Vic, because I'm going to stick something else inside of you soon..." I whispered to her as she threw her long legs around my head and threw her head back, her eyes starting to roll back in her head as she came all over my tongue."FUCK...OHGOD...cumming..." she hissed as she shot another round of her cum out onto my tongue as I. They screwed for a few minutes and I played with Sylvia's nipples as they went at it. Then I put on the condom and lubed up my dick and Tim's ass. As they slowly fucked, I wound up and smacked Tim's ass hard. He yelped and stopped for a moment. I hit him ten more times hard. My hand hurt and his ass was bright red from my all-out spanking. I got on top of them and rammed my dick into Tim's ass. My God, it was so tight, like a virgin with a vice grip on my dick. It felt great. Tim was moving a. You don’t show yourself on the page.”“I write down all of my poetry.”“That’s a good start. A poet should write something on paper every day, but does what you write have the same effect, say, as what you recite—as in a slam, for instance?”“Why does that matter?”“It matters a lot if you want your words more than your personality to be important to people. What you do now—that’s what an actor does or a performer. Poets aren’t exactly performers, now are they?”“It’s the evolution of poetry,” said.