But I guess it’s true that good girls do like bad boys,’ I said, smiling coyly into his eyes. ‘I also heard that you never use a condom and that...you got at least six girls pregnant in high school, not counting Mrs. Martin.’ ‘Eight.’ ‘You have eight kids!’ I exclaimed. ‘I got one. The others got taken care of.’ ‘Abortions?’ ‘Yeah. The other bitch was this little freshman cunt who thought abortion was a sin or some shit like that.’ ‘Did you get Mrs. Martin pregnant on purpose? I heard that. "So you're drunk!" she charges."Hell no! I am not drunk! What the HELL is wrong with you?" Well I'm not drunk if that is what you are asking!" she says turning her back to him with her head turned up, and arms folded, erecting her wall of silence."Goddammit! Elena, I said I'm not drunk and..."Alan pauses sensing the wall "Oh no, you're not doing that again! Elena! ELENA! "Still silent, not listening, not speaking, she is like stone, she is angry, and so is Alan, and he is about to say something. Jennifer was a multi-tasker. Having had a taste of herself on my face, she began licking my chin, lips, and chin, all the while positioning my cock at her opening. She eased herself down on me and I felt the warm, moist caress of her love canal caress my cock. She moaned as my meat filled her. I groaned as I felt her muscles clamp on me. “Finally,” she whispered huskily. I nodded. “Finally,” I agreed. My mind flashed back to all the teasing Jennifer had done over the past years. “You know what. I reach underneath and rub my aching cock, loving the feeling of being his bitch. We are being very vocal, me telling him to fuck me harder and him telling me what a slut I am, I’m in heaven!!! He fucks me for 10 minutes or so then he needs a breather. After a minute he rips off the condom and pounces on top of me in a 69, and starts fucking my mouth balls deep as he devours my thick shaft. I love the feeling of him being in control as he uses my mouth, tongue and throat for his pleasure. He.