And Jan, if you were hoping to have children with me, I'm afraid you are out of luck." Jan broke into a big smile and started laughing uncontrollably...."Oh, that is hilarious," she said. "And don't worry about me and any future children. I've got a perfect one right now." It was time for one more serious subject. "Jan, before we go any further I want to know whether all of this soap opera that has been following me around lately has caused you to think twice about us. It seems that there has. Once she was happy she had got him hard enough she rolled him onto his back continuing to stroke his cock she lifted up and straddled him, slowly feeling the tip of his cock at her pussy entrance she moved down gently feeling him fill her up inch by glorious inch, she pushed down and down until he was completely inside her.She started to rock backwards and forwards on him until he suddenly, holding on to her waist started to pound into her, his hips lifting off the bed with each thrust, full on. The zipper, however, parted its teeth with delicious ease despite the outward-pressing bulge. The inside of the car smelled like leather, paper, rubber, pine cones. I molded my hand over the hardened cock in his undershorts. Gloriously hard cock. O yes, I do believe he liked me.“Mmm,” I hummed. “I love… your cock.” But I said it slowly, hungrily, as if I’d just popped a bon-bon or a truffle into my mouth, and it came out more like “caulk,” like Julie Christie in “Shampoo”—if I hadn’t been. You will be completely truthful."* * * * *MondayFuck you, Simon. Ah, shit. I tried to go to bed tonight... if a cot with a blanket could be called that... only to feel that precise same needle-hot agony the moment I touched the sheets. Now that I have this journal and pen in hand, I'm able to sit down on it as I write. And as much as I'd like to say words in here that would hopefully placate him and let me go, I seem to be forced, somehow, to write the thoughts that are in my head.Anyway, I am.