." She whispers with her eyes closed."Now beg for it! Beg for my eight inch cock!" I command."please, I want your cock!" Jeanne falsely begs."Then tak... it down your throat" I say."I can't, my throat hurts" she says, as her throat is swollen from repeatedly deep throating 16 different cocks within the last three days."Do it anyway bitch!" I yell as slap her in the face. She starts swallowing my cock with bloody lips. As she is doing this I talk to the guys. "okay, at first remember when I didn't. "(Ken hung up and turned toward the mirror. Suit was looking at him through the mirror, smiling and pointing at the obvious hard-on and wet spot-on Ken's pants. Then he gave the pantomime jack off gesture to Ken, through the mirror.)Ken: "Listen perv, I won't be jacking you off either. I am not a queer so get over yourself..."(Suit turned to face Ken, shook his head and pointed at Ken's chest. Then gave the jack off pantomime.)Ken: "No I won't jack off in front of you either, you sick fuck!"'I. One day she and I were at her house putting together cassettes for ourWalkmen and talking about issues of the day that teenagers felt wereimportant. The conversation got around to boys, girls, and dating and sheasked me who I liked in our class. I was in a tough spot, the wronganswer given at this point in time could mean social isolation so I triedto soft pedal the question and turn it back on her. She was too smart forthat dodge, and pressed me for a name. I finally relented, and namedJenny. It was always ten to twenty degrees hotter than the area around it. When we had a big storm come through, the difference in temperatures was more extreme, and tornadoes would form over the bowl and throw stuff around inside. Rarely did tornadoes manage to keep up their strength once out of the valley that never became a lake.The tornado that took out Molly’s home and part of Trudy’s didn’t come from this place.“Go ahead and strip now, Tandra. No one will be anywhere around here when the storm.