” “Wow. So she’s really a bona fide flamethrower?” “Certified. I’m surprised I have any eyebrows left.” * Tentatively, he swings her r...nted van out of the restaurant parking lot and heads toward downtown, the rain still drumming the roof and air conditioning roaring to take away the steam that has made the windows nearly opaque. He reaches across to her with his right hand, smoothes it over that deliciously bare expanse of skin below her navel and dreamy indentation of hip bones—the fashion. It wasn't pleasant. I didn't want to do it. But then, isn't that the point? Isn't that why they get so much pleasure from making me do it? Isn't that why I am going to cum so hard later when I am watching the next DVD and playing with my pussy?I was anxious to get this over with so I sucked him as hard and as fast as I could. I discovered another difference in doing it this way. I kept getting huge mouthfuls of dog cum. With the Danes almost all of it had all been shot straight down my throat.. My cum was in her hair, on her mouth and cheeks, and all over her chest and pretty sun dress. She smiled at me and said,”so did you like that?”We both laughed.We talked for a bit just like we were, my cock in her hand, my spunk all over her. “I want to be your teacher. Would you let me teach you about love making?”I think I said something intelligent like “you bet you can”.Class was in session. Well it literally was, so I had to figure out how to cut class that day. I remembered that my mother. Never the less, I live each day one by one because I adore my youth and to be blunt, growing older scares me. Since I first wrote ‘Behind the Story’ I have allowed only one man to have sex with me. He is now, thankfully, an ex-boyfriend but he still has the trophy of deflowering my innocent body. For a few months after the breakup, I fell into depression. I felt like I was in a deep pit with no way to escape it. But thankfully, with a few good friends, I started to get over having my heart.