”My eyes are very big as I look at her; can such foolishness be?“You won’t, of course,” she says. “But there’s more to it than that. How m...ny plants were there where you found this?”I shrug. “I do not count, but perhaps twenty, thirty.”“Well, honey, they didn’t just grow there ‘in nature, ‘“ she explains. “The stuff doesn’t grow wild here. Somebody planted them. And that somebody is going to be pretty upset if he knows you found them.”“Why?” I ask. “I only take part of one, and if is as you say. “So now, I am letting you feel me, and I won’t let you fuck me. I have wanted you for so long, to feel your hands moving all over my body, to watch you fling those stars above my head and feel you suck on my nips.” Nips, woman? he thought. Nips? What is this, dubya dubya dubya dot wankfiction dot com? “And now you’ve had your wicked way with my body using your words, I’m going to have my wicked way with you using mine.” Holey moley, thought poor Frank Leigh, as she removed first one leg and. ’ She began bouncing rapidly and trying to get me deeper and deeper into her vagina. In her enthusiasm, she rose so high that my cock slipped out. When she slammed back down, the head of my cock penetrated a short distance into her rectum, which surprised both of us. She immediately jumped off and stopped. ‘SHIT, that hurt.’ ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.’ ‘It was my fault, Tom. I was out of control.’ ‘Are you OK?’ ‘Yeah, I suppose. That really surprised me. And I was just a few. If only - are there any sadder words? If only I could stop seeing images of her with those officers. I keep replaying conversations I had with those men, wondering if they ever let me hear them laughing at me, taunting me. Every time I start talk to Jenny about holding her in bed, or more, I'm flooded with the image of one of those fat slobs rutting on her. Then I want to throw up as I 'hear' her cries of passion ringing in my ears.As I lay here I can hear her breathing, she's asleep. Normally.