I was seventeen and one of the best point guards in metro Atlanta. I was also quite the pimp. My mom said I got it from my father. What else did I get... from him? I always had the feeling that something about me just wasn't right. I had girls, a fully restored '67 Impala, and money, since my dad owned three successful Ford dealerships. But for some reason, I just could not figure out what it was. Until I went to the big TSU vs FAMU game at the Georgia Dome that year. I went with my cousin. He only slid his finger in far enough to pleasure her, not hurt her. Her hymen was still intact, which he felt as he quickened his pace. Ryley’s body felt so hot all over she didn’t even want to move. Then she felt it coming. Elijah swore that she let out the longest stifled moan he had ever heard in his life. He gritted his teeth and moved his fingers faster. Her pussy clenched over his fingers as she came. “OHHHHHHHHH SHIT!…” Cum gushed out of her pussy; all over his fingers, her legs, and. Her expression never varies.He watches them leave with a cruel smile. In some way he seems to enjoy it.I couldn’t imagine treating someone the way he treated Zascha.Zascha was obviously a Russian “bride” – basically a mail order long-term call-girl. I shouldn’t feel sorry for her, she chose this. She knew the unwritten rules as well as anyone. And she could leave whenever she wanted – Frank would escort any girl to the airport and personally put her on a plane home, with the flight paid for by. ‘What happened,’ he yelled across to me – shouting to be heard over the sound of his motor. ‘Hit a stump, ran aground. Something wrong with the prop!’ ‘What’s it doing?!’ ‘Put it in gear, nothing happens!’ ‘Transmission linkage! Did you check that?!’ ‘Not yet! But I had a big leak from the stuffing box!’ ‘Go check the linkage, I’ll hold us in the channel!’ I went below, squirmed my way into the engine compartment and with flashlight in hand felt the link with my other. Seemed intact to me, but.