And I'd like to thank the man who taught her whatever she was doing now - clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, as she went up and down and ...up and down. She began to moan. Quietly at first, but soon it was getting louder and I was worried it'd wake everyone (especially her brother). I'd never been with a loud girl before and I wasn't sure what to do. So I pulled her down and started to kiss her. She pulled away and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "fuck me Johnny*". So I did. I. I slid inside her, and she bucked against my thrusts.Something was under my knee, so I reached around her to get it. It was the skirt. I threw it to the floor and continued, trying to ignore the tight feeling in my hips as orgasm approached."Come on, Baby," she moaned. "Let me hear that high sexy voice of yours screaming when you cum." I began screaming, not really hearing what she'd said or noticing how high my voice was.She stopped me before I could cum, and told me to get rid of her high. I walk to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice, taking a sip to clear out the nasty taste in my mouth. I make my way to the main bedroom and slip put of my red tight, overexposed shirt and snuggle into bed next to John. I'm behind him and I'm cold, so I spoon him and my fingertips work their way up his chest and back down. I feel his heartbeat start to quicken as I make my way down his hairy, manly body and to the waistband of his pants.I push my lips against his back and close. Their attitudes were so ridiculous he almost broke into laughter.“We feel something should be done, but we’ve unanimously decided to delegate their punishment to you.”“Gee thanks,” replied Grant. “But as much as I find the men and their attitudes offensive, I’m not sure if they’ve broken any laws.”“Well add this to the list. They regularly beat these women, and they have denied them the children they were promised.”“Do we have any evidence that could convince a jury of wrong doing?”“Nothing but.