He felt that recognizable tingle in his groin so he had to keep telling himself, ‘Please don’t get hard, please don’t get hard, please don’t g...t hard…’ over and over again. So looked up at him and asked, ‘Did you say something?’ He didn’t think he said anything. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You kept saying ‘Please, something or other.’ I couldn’t hear the rest. Please what?’ Bob had to think fast now. He didn’t realize he had said that out loud. ‘Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize I was saying it aloud. I was. She began writing when she was just fourteen (she was now about to turn twenty-five later this summer). The material was better than good, some of the poems were really special, and some of my favorites I flagged with book markers for her to later sing for us in the studio, assuming we could find the right musical accompaniment.It took a day or so, but eventually I finally got nearly everyone thrown out of my apartment, except for Irv, who defied every hint I offered that it was ok for him to. She turned around to face me – being careful of the gearshift - and the steering wheel.“Fuck me Joe Don! PLEASE? I need your fucking cock in my pussy. I don’t care if you rip my pussy wide open, stick your cock inside me and fuck me until I get at least six comes.“Then fuck me with your naked cock - and make me come six more times - just fuck me. I’ve never in my life felt so wild - wanton - wicked - and so fucking horny, that I’m begging to be fucked. I need a fucking Joe Don. Help me up and. He came up to me and gathered me into his arms, our bodies melting into each other, my tiny breasts crushed against him, his cock nestling against my midriff and tits, I could feel him move between them, and why not, if they provided him with pleasure, I was here and naked to pleasure him and everything about me at that moment was about fucking, his eager fingers parting my cunt, the wetness evident as he pushed them inside and felt the tightness of my unused orifice, 'Kneel on the edge', and I.