.." I want to," she cut him off. "I want to feel you inside me, Wally. I want you to make me a woman."Groaning, he kissed her again, hard, and she r...sponded with equal ferocity and passion. Finally breaking away from him, she took his hand and pulled him along after her down the hall to her bedroom. It was the most girlish room he'd ever seen, walls painted pink and covered with posters and magazine clippings of boybands and male models next to Hello Kitty and shelves of fluffy, stuffed. He turns to his side, encircling my waist with his arm. I’m caught. I cannot continue without his knowledge, yet my body is screaming for release. I turn to face him, pressing my body into his. Slowly I run my tongue along his jawline, up to his ear. I whisper, ‘Baby, please, I need you.’ He is aware of my presence as I am of his, yet he is still in that space of time between dreamland and reality. I run my hand over his chest, tracing the outline of his lips with my finger before pressing my. ” “Begging for what? Tell me exactly what you’re begging for.” “For you to suck my cock. Please, Janice—Mrs Cooper. Suck my fucking cock. I’m begging, okay?” She laughed that evil throaty laugh of hers. “Well since you asked so nicely…” Janice climbed about and straddled his face, her palm closing around the base of his cock and prising it from his stomach. It happened all at once, her mouth closing around him and drawing a sigh of deep enjoyment, as her splayed pussy descended. Brandon. Oh, well...Abigail Wilcox was also president of the local chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution. Mother thought this was rather hysterical because, first, Abigail was not her original name — she had had a name change — and her family had arrived in the States after World War II as Displaced Persons from eastern Europe. Her membership in the DAR was by virtue of her husband’s family, not her own. Mother didn’t think this was quite kosher, but what the hell. And while Charles Wilcox.