" He said, OK, he would, and shut up. I went back to hairy old Scotland in the 1440s and forgot all about it.The next day he handed me this printout, ...aybe fifteen pages altogether. I read it that night. It's about this clunky babe with good legs getting laid under a palm tree on a desert island. She likes it. I would, too. It even turned me on a little.I handed it back to him."Not bad," I said. "At least the grammar's good, but there's not much of a story, really. You got anything that's maybe. The shaky feeling came racing up along his thighs and his balls seemed to expand. ‘You love it,’ he hissed. ‘You love my hard prick, Mrs. Carter. You want me to keep fucking you and fucking you, until your pussy collapses, and right now you don’t give a shit about your husband or anything else – you just need to ride on my stiff meat. And here it comes, lady! Here it is, all for you – take my come, you beautiful, hot-assed bitch!’ His semen spewed forth from the vibrating head of his cock. I start kissing her on the neck as I penetrate her from behind. When I sensed her coming, I cover her mouth as I pump her pussy harder and harder. She started losing herself – trying to slow me down as I increased the thrusting depth and urgency but I wouldn’t let her slow me down. I give it to her as viciously as I can while maintaining firm control of her. One hand over her mouth as if she was being victimized. She could probably feel my dick getting thicker because I could feel her pussy. It was a storage complext, with hundreds of individual storage units. Finding the correct one, I opened it.Inside there was dozens of boxes, all neatly packed. On one near the front, there was a note. It was from my parents, they must have set this up for me when they were busted. The prosecutors complained that they could never find all the evidence, so as punishment, threw the book at my parents.The letter just apologized for what had happened (almost 25 years ago now), and told me that they.