Eric was sitting on the milk crate and suggested that I sit in his lap. I thought “There is no way I am going to put my bare bottom on that greasy...lawn mower engine,” so I sat on his lap with my back to him. I could feel his penis push against my bottom but it was nowhere near my opening. I spread my legs wide and leaned forward. I could now look down and see the head of his penis as it rubbed around on my pussy but he still was not finding my opening. I reached down and tried to guide it to. Like magic!"The dip wad was stoned enough to actually buy that line of psycho-crap. He was nodding and sniffling, the snot glistening as it streamed down into his mouth. Damon took out a stack of paper copier paper, removing the top sheet. The one with his fingerprints on it."Tell you what, why don't you try it. Why don't you write 'Fuck the bitch' on the paper?" he said. "Here, use my pen." He handed him an everyday BIC pen. It would be untraceable.He watched while the fucker wrote it out. It. " Toph, there must be at least three computers in your house. Why do you need to go to the library?" If I go home, I'm going to be locked up with chores all day. Come on."We were amazed! When I googled 'tree houses', I quickly had literally dozens of designs right in front of me. Of course, most of them were professionally built, way beyond my carpentry skills, but I found three that I was pretty sure I could handle and compared to what I originally had in mind, these were castles in the air. I. .not just that little leak of stuff...no I mean, my balls were heavy and hurting, however, I had not touched it at all...I blew a complete nut, and it was an awesome feeling...I was so turned on...Lost in the moment." Are you serious? Wow, so you just watched them...? I don't understand, thought you brought your pistol?"Yes I did, but I couldn't explain what just happened, I had never been so sexually frustrated and excited ever...I just witnessed the love of my life, get fucked so much better.