’ One of the brunettes chortled, ‘Lisa shouldn’t have drunk both Ripple and vodka after eating a pizza. Shit, she left that bar bathroom looking...like a 3-D Jackson Pollack painting.’ The other woman said, ‘Forget about her, June. You must be Ron. Dane said you have a big dick. Show me! I want some real meat!’ How could I refuse her? June shoved Dane into his favorite stuffed chair and knelt before him. She quickly had her blouse off and his pants down and was slurping his thick schlong like a. He wore me out. He pinned me to the bed. He forced my legs wide apart. He entered me, filled me completely, and then he fucked me until I was orgasming constantly and screaming my head off from the pleasure. Randy was rough enough with me that I felt filled, stretched, and possessed like never before. At that instant, I felt owned, as I was stuffed full of hard dick. When Randy let go and shot me full of boiling hot cream, I exploded into the most intense orgasm of my life. I whispered, “Thank. B.?”), my mother’s best friend (“No, I’ve never been kissed. What’s it like?”), and several others (“Sandy gave you my number? ... Yes, I guess you could pick me up after school.”). Our times together ranged from a tumble and grind on the living room floor or heavy necking and petting in the back seat surrounded by groceries to detailed lessons in the subtle nuances of cunnilingus after a luxurious bubble bath.It was in my senior year that I was mostly seeing a sweet, pixie-ish, little. The inference was plain."Santa," said Bob, softly."Not any more, my boy," said the old man grinning. "I'm retired. I go by Faerveren now. That means Christmas in English, but you can call me Joe." You were Santa," said Bob."That is quite true," said the man who called himself Joe, but who couldn't possibly be conceived of as merely "Joe." "But that was then, and this is now, and now I will be your mentor for a little while, until you get your feet firmly on the ice. Welcome to the North Pole,.