It fills me so perfectly. You withdraw it almost all the way out, then slam it back in, hard. It hurts a little, but I find I like it. You continue to...do this for a while, until my breathy moans become almost screams against your muscular neck. I sink my hands into your hair, as I feel yet again my orgasm building. As soon as you realise I am close, you pull out again, denying me a third time. “PLEASE let me come!” I scream, I don’t care if the neighbours hear, I need it so bad. “Please let me. ................................................ My name is Jennifer Thomson and I’m eighteen years old. I live in England with my parents and my brother James. This arrangement is quite recent, I’ve been living with my aunt in America for the past few years, visiting my family only during the holidays. It was easier than staying with my family as my parents fought unfalteringly. Their incompatibility obvious to everyone but themselves, but they did it, after many, many, MANY hours of. A while later Julie called from work saying she’d be home late, her boss had some extra work for her. I was so horny after hearing that my pants bulged all day, I swallowed hard and panted around a lot, trying not to stroke myself too much. Guys always say things like this in these type stories, but it really did happen that way! My throat went dry and my heart pounded in my chest, it was agony but so damned sweet! Julie got home late that evening, I remember because it was pitch black outside. They are going to prosecute you for these criminal acts, and they have all the proof you gave them on a silver platter."He just smiled again. Now I had to wonder what he was up to. When the prison officials found out what Moose had said, they put him on a suicide watch. Hell, he didn't have anything left, so what could they possibly take away? He told me to go see his attorney who had some papers for me to sign, giving me the sole rights to his story."I guess I'll see you in court," I stated.