. hell; Jerry Springer was just some obscure politician fromCincinnati, Ohio. No, one didn't bring up the fact that they were different back then. Iwa... in constant fear of my secret being discovered. Oh, I did my best tofit in, but I was only moderately successful in this battle. To be blunt, I existed on the fringes of popularity. I wasn't into drugs,and that made the ones who were suspicious of me. I know what you'rethinking, if I wanted to fit in...or even more accurate...not stand out,why. The only thing that that could mean as far as she was concerned was that Scott was hurt. Hurt and maybe dying, and she could not let that happen.She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, screaming out his name as she went. Strangely it was easy to know where to go; it was as though someone was guiding her. If she started going in the wrong direction the strange feeling got weaker. The distant roar of the creek grew louder as she got closer. But there was another sound that she didn't. After a few minutes, I set the tip back against my swollen clit. The tension within me in building and I fight the urge to release. I want to be taken as high as I can. I want to treasure every moment of the pleasure I’m giving myself. Soon I’m screaming “Yes… Yes… Oh YES… YYEESS…”I can hardly stand it now and my moans, groans and screams get louder and louder.Finally, I can no longer hold back the pressure. The dam breaks and my pussy begins flooding the bed with my juices as my body. The time flew by quickly.Pulling onto her driveway nothing was said since it was a given that Scott was invited to come in. Once inside she turned and putting her arms over his shoulders gave him a scorching kiss. His arms were around her rubbing her firm buttocks which he felt were panty clad. It wasn’t long after that they were in bed making love.It was a great night of love making. He could tell she enjoyed the oral worship he gave her and she reciprocated by doing some oral worshiping of.