I could do whatever I liked so long as I didn't leave Chrystal Heights and was contented to be a monosyllabic, big breasted, sex-crazed bimbo for the ...est of my life."But you'd found a job." Yes, but I was only paid in tips. And in a town like Chrystal Heights, a quick blow job under the table doesn't get you very much since there are plenty of Hanover Honies wandering around giving it away for free while they serve their own sentences."Working for tips in a Chrystal Heights coffee house, you. I must have missed the sound of the gun being cocked as I zipped my suitcase.I knew that if it the gun was cocked again, it would fire. Then I heard the distinctive sound of the old revolver's hammer being pulled back. Without even glancing at the bed, I sprinted for the doorway. I almost made it out unscathed. To go down the stairs, I had to turn left after leaving my bedroom. As I made the turn, I felt something smack my forehead. The pain was somewhere between a real bad sting and a swift. Soon I could feel my young cock start to get hard and I knew he could feel it in his leg because I could his in my leg. This entire time not a single word was said, we just continued to make out there on that rock in the woods. The only sounds that could be heard were the wind through the leaves, the water making its way slowly down the creek, and of course the sounds of our kissing. Then Adam reached for my shirt and slid it off my body. As soon as he had it off he started to kiss my chest. I. The environment faded to nothing. The only sounds came from our mouths, a slight grunt with every insertion from me and a small moan of satisfaction when you pressed back. We gave ourselves to each other and we were prepared to go on forever.’ ‘It was sweet. It was romantic. It was us consummating our nuptials, uniting under a single banner, becoming Mr. and Mrs. Butler. You were my wife and I your husband.’ ‘I couldn’t help the smile. I know you remember it. I was so happy there was no way I.