. Let me start by saying I accept the blame for what I did. I might have been worked over by the best, but no one put a gun to my head and forced me i...to his room. I walked under my own power, and I should have-- could have-- walked out when I knew what was happening.That's what I'll never forgive myself for letting him fuck me. When I spread my legs for him, I knew it was wrong, and I did it anyway.Yes, Professor King set me up, he spent the time to learn my weakness, and he played me. When I. Waiting for a good tide, then – as now – I recalled how we’d motored under a vast parade of jets landing at LaGuardia, and eventually, how we ran the slack tide and slipped into the East River. Then – as now – I’d wanted to stop in New York City, but frankly, the place scared Ruth. And, I realized now, everything scared me. Life, love…all of it, and I was tired of the certainty of all my uncertainties. A year had passed, and yet this was a different trip. No, trip isn’t quite the right word.. Also creeping through his consciousness was a present his grandmother had given him as a child. It was his first picture book, and one of the most poignant images was the visage of a forlorn little girl, holding a clump of matches in her hand. Matches…That was it! The story was called The Little Match Girl, and it was Scott’s favorite throughout childhood. In his head, he came up with the sequence of the story pretty well until he reached the ending. All Scott could remember was that it was. He pulls out before I cum. Nooooo….dont stop!…..I want……..to cum! He turns me over and puts his knees on each side of my head. His enormous dick is right in front of my mouth. I hold it in my hand and lick my love juices off his shaft. He bends over and presses his tongue between my swollen pussy lips and begins licking my clit. I open my mouth and accept his dick into it as he does the same with my clit. I am doing 69 with the kid next door! He moves his hips up and down. He is fucking my.