.. but then thought: no, that needs to go at the end. I need to start out with telling him about my fucked-up brain and this non-verbal communication ...shit that I've got. She tried to explain, but didn't think her sentences made any sense. Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck! That means I've gotta go into one of those websites Hartman gave me and get a definition ... I'll just cut and paste.Finding a decent explanation took up more of the afternoon. Finally she found a good couple of paragraphs. She copied. Bruce turned towards me, and with a sly grin, kicked off his running shoes, pulled off his socks and let his sweat pants drop to the floor. He reached down and grasped the now growing shaft of his cock and began to stroke it as he looked me in the eye and said matter of factly, ‘Let’s you and I go take a shower.’ Bruce headed to the bathroom and I could hear the shower turn on and the curtain draw. I was hard again and eager to feel the pleasure of a mans body, as it had been such a turn on. I reached behind me and grabbed the zipper of my dress. My heart was pounding so loud I wouldn’t have been surprised if he could hear it. With my back to the windows, I pulled the zip down. I glanced at the table and, moving towards it, I picked up some papers, letting the dress fall off my shoulders. I stood up, looking at the papers, my dress around my waist. Lovely black, low-cut lacey bra on view. Keep it slow, I reminded myself. With the papers in one hand, I kicked off my shoes and let. Anita was taking all eight inches in her throat while he held her head and fucked her mouth. Her tears were running down her face while he held her head on his dick. He pushed his dick deep into her mouth and pulled out before he was about to unload. He then slapped her face with his cock again. She told me the man took her cell phone and took a picture of her; with that huge hard dick buried into her throat. The bastard sent the picture to me…Ana later told me that he made her beg for him to.