I can take it mountain climbing. Want to see?" Okay, show me." Mark gave the other car a close inspection while Kyra spoke."The only thing that's touc...y is the antenna wire. If it bends you never quite get the kink out. Everything else is either unbreakable or doesn't matter. There's a switch underneath and then one on the side of the controls." Mark found the buttons while I took charge of Kyra."Put the cans out the way; where they won't get knocked over. Right now lay down here. No, I'm not. "Where do you get your inspiration from?" Personal experience, mostly," Hannah boasted. "I don't believe I can really capture the essence of any situation unless I've been in it myself. Some sex poets, they rely on watching sex videos or reading porn. It's all second-hand for them. I don't believe in that masturbatory shit. I've got to actually do it myself. Or be pretty darned close to it. I mean, I'm no transsexual, for instance. But I've had so many lovers. My best girlfriend and her husband. When I first stepped I almost fell down I had been fucked so hard, cum was oozing out of my pussy and I must have smelled like an adult bookstore on “ladies night.” LOL. I cleaned up a little and got dressed. I stammered I got to go home now, as I wobbled across the room. He grabbed me by the arm. He was still naked. Kiss it before you leave. “Kiss what I said?” “My DICK.” Well as I said I did feel: empowered so I leaned over and gave it a peck. He said, “Next time you will suck it.” It smelled. He closed his eyes, tried to will his hard on down, he knew what was coming, what was always coming, just wasn't right. But the sheet rose above his crotch and he heard the door to his room open.She turned him on more than any other woman possibly could. He tried to fight the feeling, failing every time."Bradley, time to rise and shine for school," his mom said softly, padding into the room and pulling open the blinds, letting the early-morning sun stream in. "I see you're already rising."Brad.