And if your mother hears about this, you'll never hold Joshua again."Now take this broomstick, pretend its your boyfriend -- what is his name?" Jim." ...retend that the broomstick is Jim. Well, not all of him. I want you to open the package and roll the rubber onto the broomstick as if you were rolling it on Jim."The broom was some sort of industrial-grade push broom with an awfully heavy handle. Whitney fumbled with the packet. It was greasy, and she started from the wrong side and had to flip. Your gorgeously rounded rear is slapping against the cold wall as I push you harder and suddenly grab one of your shapely legs and lift it up as I force my rigid rod deeper and deeper into your burning furnace. With your leg wrapped around me, we are locked together like two demented a****ls, fucking each other so animatedly. As your pussy grips my cock ever tighter, your whole trembling body is gripped by ecstasy, every nerve-ending emitting electric jolts of hyper-pleasure as we kiss. Our relationship kind of went down the tubes from there.’ ‘See there, all you lack is a positive experience. Do you have sexual fantasies?’ ‘Oh, yeah, constantly. I used to have them about you all the time, but you were going with someone else.’ ‘That someone else is part of a past that I have absolutely no memory of. Actually, I’m a completely different person now. All that’s left of the old Sara, really, is this body. I can’t tell you how good it would make me feel for you to find pleasure in. I was able to lose my virginity to a girl but that’s because she need a tutor CAD and couldn’t pay me any money so she offered to fuck me. What can I say I took her up on it because she was good looking, but enough about that. Let me tell you about Amya Yoshida, one of my history professors. She was a stunning beautiful Japanese woman. About 5 foot, slim body that’s to die for, and the warmest personality anyone could ask for. I met her on my first day of college. She was my Introduction to.