That's why. She wants to fuck me with her "girlcock". She is going to fuck me. In her mind, I'm NOT letting her fuck me."Do you want my girlcock?", sh... says knowing the answer.It's all I can do to talk. All my senses are going crazy. Why am I so trapped in my head?"Well?"n look and tone."God yes! Please give me your girlcock. I want it. I need it." I'm breathless and desperate. If this ends now, I die.Her beautiful smile is back. "Good", she says with a little more cheer in her voice. "Face. I tied my hair into a loose knot and thought I’d wear my spectacles out. After all, Chuck is quite the geek. Highflying architect with a shiny red Volkswagen, just as I like it. It seemed that Chuck had better plans than to head out. He arrived and greeted me with an awkward chagrin and shoved a bottle of tequila into my hands. “Pizza and tequila. Hmmm, think we’ve got a winner. Not bad, Chuck!” We quickly got ourselves comfortable before the fireplace. At first our conversations were light. "Wait, Sir, Wait!" she exclaimed. "The wattle. The sponge. Such is my state, I was remiss in my protection," She pointed to her oak sideboard. "Inside is a small bag. To the left. Please bring it to me, Mr. Johnson."Albert shuffled across and returned with the bag. His landlady opened it and removed a small wedge of sponge. "Even at my age," she confessed. "It pays to take precautions." She then removed a ball of string and glanced at his member. Calculating how much she needed, she used a pair. "Trying to rape my niece, huh?" He kicks Tyler in the ribs. "Ahh!" Tyler bellows. "We didn't do anything!" Kyle pleads."Doesn't look like it." Chris looks around the room, noticing the alcohol and cocaine on the table. He steps back to face Emmy. "What do you want done here? I can have all of them in jail." He says quietly to her."I just want to go home." She gently sobs with her arms folded."OK." Chris nods, putting his free hand on her shoulder and rubbing it for a moment. "Go wait in the.