‘How many Steven?’ He knew what she was asking and he had avoided that question from the first time they met but he couldn’t anymore. ‘Jamie, ...on’t do this.’ He hoped she would drop it. ‘Tell me Steven, how many?’ Now, he was totally ignoring her. He turned his back to her. She grabbed his arm and turned him around and she raised her voice ‘How many women have you FUCKED??’ She emphasized on fucked. ‘What difference does it make?’ ‘A hell of a difference Steven!’ He thought he saw anger in her. Boof stoodstatue-still, his tongue still half out his mouth, as Isoftly ran my hand under his fire-engine red cock. Boofsoftly whined, and sort of side shifted to give mebetter access, and pushed his rapidly hardening cockinto my hand. I began to stroke him, my hand seeming to knowinstinctively what was needed, as his cock swelled andthickened, more and more pushing from the sheath untilI held his full length, about 5 inches I’d say. Hiships began to thrust, pushing his cock rapidly into. I was bold, and that is normally not like me. I am usually shy around men, and I put my boldness down to the fact that the anonymity of the computer allowed me to be something that I wasn't, the bold seductress that I always wanted to be. While I waited for Jack to contact me, I wrote stories for the website, and posted them. To my surprise, people read them, and according to their comments, enjoyed them. I had written erotic stories for a few years, but it was a hobby I kept under wraps,. Apparently the other two had been shaken up a bit by his boasting. He could not have ordered it up more perfectly, and he mentally put himself in one of the multi-attacker drills he had repeated so many times. Without taking his gaze from the gun, he slid sideways away from the attack path just enough to make the thugs lose a bit of momentum.The lead attacker approached like a tough but untrained street brawler, a hint of caution showing in his body position. Cal purposely kept his eyes on the.