But I somehow learned from one particular teacher. She would suggest that when I was writing, to pretend I was talking. Take a breath. Anywhere you ta...e a breath put in a comma. I still sometimes wonder if I use the semicolon correctly; such as here?I became a drawing fiend in my class this year. I would draw top down views of little cars on race tracks. I would even draw 'damaged' cars in wrecks on the speedway.I know this was my dad watching the Auto Races on TV. The influence was very. Come in! I’d wet my finger with her pussy juice, then run it up her clit. Oh so gently. Less is more. Less pressure is more intense. Just run my finger up and down her clit. Feel her clit grow. Listen for moans. Dip my finger again into her pussy. A bit deeper. More wetness. Slide my finger back up to her clit. Dip and clit. Up and down. A bit deeper every time. Listen to her moan, her breathing becoming faster and faster. Move my finger faster and faster. Climax! Feel her contract. And then.. More, louder moaning passed the cute lips of the naked man. Then Rhys saw the first trace of what was to become a constant reminder of how horny the soccer player was. The clear, shiny liquid began to drip from Mount’s cock. Rhys reached out with his tongue and cleaned around his foreskin but as soon as he finished more was dripping onto the floor. Rhys pushed the white foreskin back and let the tap drip.It does that a lot, said Mount, I hope you liked it? Oh yes, no need for any lube tonight.. A strange smile pulled at the corner of his mouth and the pad of his thumb ran over a pouty bottom lip before he lowered his head to finally kiss her. The moment his lips touched hers, Kendra’s lashes lowered again and she held on for dear life as her world went topsy turvy, threatening to keep her off kilter for the rest of her days. Micheal’s senses reeled as well, dear god she tasted good, sweeter than he thought she would. His vow to take his time forgotten, he gripped her waist and.