"Is anyone there?"With the gun out, Raquel stepped into the living room. Sitting there infront of the TV was the real Rocking Raquel, eating corn flak...s from abowl in her morning robe. She glared like an open-mouth bass at thisversion of herself whom wielded a strange gun step into the room."Oh hello there, Raquel. I'm a huge fan of your work. Especially lovedyou in Backyard Sluts 5!" What the hell..." The spoon fell from her mouth and fell to the floorwith a clunk."How did you get in here? How. He used to love going to an ice cream parlor called "Farrell's" when he was in high school. They had all these weird sundaes from two or three scoops up to one with close to fifty. When someone ordered a big one, they made a big production about it, playing loud drums and a siren when they delivered it to the table. They had some song they'd sing about what a pig the person who ordered it was. If you could finish one all by yourself, you got it free. They didn't have to give away a lot of ice. We look into each others’ eyes as the tip of my cock parts her nether lips, now ready for our joining. ‘Victor, I’m truly ready for this. I’m warm and wet from just thinking about you and I so want you inside me.’ Slowly we slide together, and I describe what I’m feeling as as our bodies join. The words just pour out. ‘Ohhh, I’m feeling your lips open. The head of my cock is almost in and I feel your lips parting to admit it. I feel your lips closing around my shaft, adjusting to my shape.. Again I fight the urge to roll you over and just make rough love to your goddess-like body. You are on a high pedestal and need to be revered. Slamming into such an act would not be at all romantic or sensual. It would violate that pedestal you stand on. It would tear it down. I, of all people, should not be the one that does it. I should be the one to stop anyone from doing it.I slide my body near you, a mere two feet apart. I feel almost as if I’m slithering toward you, planning the.