I shall call her now. And even as I dial, I fantasized about what she might be doing. Maybe she was doing what I was doing when I thought of her. ... I see her sitting by the phone, the receiver cradled in her neck. The neck I loved to nibble. And as we talk, I can see her casually brush the hair from her forehead. She smiles when she talks. Most of the time, when she talked, I only pick up a word or two. I am much too busy trying to picture her. Her hand would drop slowly, lightly. " Finally, the loud thunder burst ended, but Charley didn’t realize it. The stinging pain would continue for days. Abby loved the dance Charley put on for her, shaking left and right, up and down. Charley’s ass never stopped moving, nor did he stop singing. Eventually he realized the loud smacks of the hairbrush had stopped falling. Abby allowed him to lie there until he could breath regularly again. Still, with the fires raging in his butt, Charley looked around and asked his mistress if he. Why ain't fifty bucks or so good enough?" Homer, just shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another bit of shit from you today." This was from me, his on and off again best friend. I realize now Homer was in a dark and strange place in his own mind. I never realized how unsure of himself he really was.I always thought as how, with big old Johnson to be proud of, he didn't have a care in the world. But right then, he was on the verge of being more than he ever dreamed of being and it flat out. Chris needed stimulation from all the senses, and Rachel was happy to oblige. Her hands found Chris’s button fly, and within seconds had pulled his throbbing manliness out for her to conquer. Making Chris lie down, Rachel looked over Chris’s cock and paused only for a moment to admire. She wasn’t good at estimating size, but figured that he had to be at least 7 inches long. “I’m gonna make you cum, Chris,” she said huskily. “I’m gonna suck the cum right out of you, and you won’t be able to do a.