But then, I think autobiography is, really, fictionin the first person, based on the author's life. Who really can tell the wholetruth? Like I said, I...wish this were even closer to an objective recountingof events than it is, but the embellishments, I hope, are what makes it interesting;and all of it is completely true to my fantasy life, that rich, dark placein my mind where I can be stripped and whipped, or can tie and torment another,out of love and friendship and without doing irreparable. " They fell silent for some reason. I turned back to the cop. "I don't know a thing about any fire and neither does anyone else on this property. So is that all?" I asked."Maybe we should go downtown and talk about this in my office?" he suggested."We won't be doing that. See Chief you have no jurisdiction here, and you have none at the Atwood farm, so we won't be going anywhere with you. Now if you want to bring one of those nice GBI cops back, we can talk. I think they do have jurisdiction.. Coach Kennedy smiled and moved to the shower head next to me. He said "Like what you see?" "Uuuggghhh yes sir" I mumbled. "It looks like you love what you see!" pointing to my rock hard cock. As he was talking he pulled on his cock and it grew and grew and grew reaching a full 9"!Coach pulled again on his cock and told me to take care of him. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his 9" in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his tool all the way in my mouth causing me to choke!. ” He climbed off her lap and, standing, pulled her towards him. “Come to our room, babe.”She stood, a little unsteady still, and followed him into their bedroom. Chet lay down in the middle of the bed, his knees up and legs spread. His pussy was wet, again, and he was very curious whether that was the normal state of affairs for Oana, or her body’s reaction because he was occupying that body and horny as hell.When Oana got there, she stopped for just a moment. “Darling, we’ve done it in bed,.