I do remember though, she laughed and reached out and touched my hand as if she were telling me to stop. She cleared her throat and asked, “would yo... like to have a drink?” I had to laugh. Hell lately I couldn’t even get the fat girl down the street to take me out. How in the fuck would I ever get a goddess? Dreams are not real. They say that men have hundreds of erotic thoughts a day. For me this was one of them. If it weren’t for the breast-feeding mom across the street I would have been out. .. I need ... Oh fuck, I can't explain it to you, I just have to see her, OK?"I was losing my composure, bravado melting as my imagination began to bully all thoughts from my head but those of humiliation, debasement, of sexual pain, of punishment and, just possibly, ecstatic redemption."She'll be ... I can't just ... She'll be so angry ... How dare you! Oh god, oh god, why did you come? Why did you mess everything up with Sarah? You spoiled it all! We hate you!" I very quickly deduced that. His breath is hot againest my face. He whispers,"Listen here. I dont care about your money. I dont care who your family is. All I care about is this gorgeous body you have," he lays one of his hands on my throat, "but dont be fooled. If you speak again without my say so," he starts to choke me, "I will beat you so bad you wont even recognize yourself."He lets go and I start to cough. A tear runs down my cheek. He turns my head to the right and I can feel my lips close to what must be his. His. Tipping her onto her back, her legs came up in a sitting postion with her feet close to her butt on the bed. Her legs tottered back and forth as i continued to play with her tummy and worked her shirt over her soft saggy tits. She had very large nipples and areola, feeling like gum balls as i sucked and licked them. The only stirring a got was the first time my hand traveled to her panties, a slight jerk and a sigh came from her as my finger glided down her very wet slit. I worked my finger.