"I think you had better stop" she pushed my hand away. She gave me a card, "Give me a call some time and we'll have some fun together" She smiled and ...as gone.Jo arrived after a short while and we found seats on the balcony. Our glasses were refreshed and we made small talk. Then she said "I think you have other things on your mind, would my cock have anything to do with it, I hope it does. What do you want to do with me, shall we go a little further than just playing with each other this time.. Women needed that shit, a little verbal foreplay out of the bedroom, made all the difference, I say. Which of course is not to say that some didnt need straight up abuse, while they are my favorite, its a lot of work. Of course, it proved time consuming and fraught with pretenders, but I got my share, I would like to share some of those adventures, ending with the one where I actually took a guys place, married his wife, adopted his kid, took his house, and left him homeless, his fantasy, not. It felt like thousands of ants crawling in out my vagina, simply overwhelming. I did my very best holding back an orgasm, but the more I did, the more I squeezed the muscles, the more juice flow. When she tenderly bit my clit, I got a massive orgasm. But she didn't let me get away so quickly.'You're wonderfully wet, and your arousal has a sexy scent that makes me so horny. Taste yourself,' Liz mumbled and brought a finger coated with my vaginal juice to my mouth and invited me to lick it off. I keep hoping that he'll change, I mean, go back to the way he was when I was little, and we might be a family again ... like before my mom left." It's not gonna happen. You don't have any family, 'cause your dad's just a rotten person. You gotta deal with that. That's your reality, and you just gotta face it. That man's no good, and you know he's no good. He doesn't deserve you bein' nice to him." I guess. I don't know myself why I'm this way ... why I can't let go. Right now I just.