Taking a deep breath, Darnell kept his cool for the moment. ‘Ya, what do you want’ Ron asked rudely, looking Darnell up and down, as he held a bot...tle of vodka in his hand. ‘Ron Brady?’ Darnell asked only once, to confirm. ‘Ya, who wants to know’ In a swift motion, Darnell drew back his big fist, and hit Ron Brady square between the eyes, sending him careening backwards. Darnell moved in on him, shut the door behind him, as he waited for Ron Brady to stand back up. He wasn’t going to finish him. Our moans form a chorus together as we move slowly against the other. I look down at her, breathing in the sight of her; her eyes closed, lips parted slightly as she breathes heavily and a moan or whimper escapes from deep in her throat every so often.She must have noticed that I was watching her, as her eyes open slowly and look back up into mine. One hand on my waist to push up into my heated sex as the other ghosts gently over my face, caressing my skin. She lays soft kisses all over my. They ENJOY being made to feel that way. Does that make sense?” he asked. “Yes sir.” I answered immediately and I could tell he was disappointed with the lack of thought that went into the answer. “Well… kinda.” I added. “When your br other took hold of you in the truck. He MADE you do what he wanted. He fo rced you into taking his cum. I’m sure that made you feel a lot of things. Scared. Pissed even… maybe you were worried that you looked like a sissy not being able to help it as he came. “Paul! What kind of question is that?”{You’re my girlfriend. Be truthful.}”It’s an honest question. I want to know just what kind of girlfriend I have. So, what’s the answer?”Jenny glanced around the library and lowered her head to mine, conspiratorially. Whispering even lower, she said, “Yes. Is that what you wanted to know?”“Really? Tell me more.” {Tell me everything.}“Well, I started fooling around when I was thirteen, almost fourteen, and we were living in Denver. My boyfriend was about a.