.Matt: Hold on, Dylan, I'm getting a text.After a few seconds to read the text, Matt was back on the phone.Matt: It was from Grant. I guess his wife c...lled him, too.Dylan: So what are we going to do?Matt: Are you free for lunch?Dylan: Let me see . . . Yeah. Why?Matt: Call Brad. I'll call Grant. Let's meet up at Gallahan's at noon.Dylan: Oh . . . This sounds serious. Should we synchronize our watches and use a password?Matt: Swordfish.And he ended the call.About ten minutes past noon, Grant. Then he knelt behind me and started rimming me again! my knees got weak, felt sooooo fucking good. then he stood up and started rubbing the head of his cock on my asshole again! my god! then he said, who's your daddy? you are, i answered under my breath. who? he asked again as he slid the head of his yummy cock in my ass, you are! i said loudly, then i said, fuck me daddy please! fuck your baby girl! as soon as i said that, he said, that's right, i'm your daddy! and shoved his cock all the way. Frank tugged away at her erect nipples as she did this.Jennie moaned with pleasure and I increasing the tempoon my now throbbing cock. Frank leaned Jennie forwardand off the couch onto the floor and she spread her legswide open and pushed her ass as high into the air as shecould. “You want to fuck my ass, Frank?” Jennie said. “I’d rip you tight little ass up with my cock,” repliedFrank. “We’ll see about that!” returned Jennie. With that shereached. If you are between the ages of seventeen and, say, thirty, it would behoove you to be aware that there is an unconscious biological element to your life that we seldom pay much attention to at all. Rather, I should say, we take it for granted. We don't think about breathing. We just do it. Our heart doesn't ask, "should I beat now?" It just does it. And another part of the brain, when you're hopelessly in love, quite often causes you to sort of overlook the "dangers" involved in being in.