She tried to lunge from the couch, but Ed was quicker and restrained her.“Let go of me!” she screeched.“Stephanie,” Ed said gently but firmly,...“you are NOT going to attack him again! That landed you in jail once already!”She struggled to break free, but Ed was clearly stronger. I took stock and noticed that he’d gone from a relatively scrawny kid of thirteen to a muscular man of twenty-three.“If you REALLY want to throw everything away,” Jennifer said. “We can all leave. But if we do, you won’t. "Uhhh ... Ohgodohgodohgod ... Unnnhhhh! Babe ... I'mmmm, uhhhhh..." her teeth clenched. "COmmmmingggggg!"I gave up trying to hold back when I felt her pussy's involuntary clench and let myself squirt, augmenting the surges with small thrusts.Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped for a breath. "Ahhhhhhh ... I ... we did it. Her eyes brightened and she grinned. "Do you know I FELT you squirting? I did. So I KNOW you enjoyed it."I smiled at my angel. "And you turned red from your nose to your. I like to think I'm a nice guy, and all my girlfriends have agreed, even when they were breaking up with me, but a rough childhood and an early fascination with martial arts give me a rather scary visage when I'm annoyed.Not a few girls had tried to pick me up of late, looking for 'a bit of rough' and had been confused when I turned out to be a tender lover. And not a few boyfriends had backed down abruptly when they accosted me if I was chatting with their girlfriend without realizing she was. I just smiled. “Here we are, why don’t you pick out a nice bamboo stalk?” I suggested. She giggled, and gave me a puzzled look, as she pointed to a tall, slender stalk. I cut it at the base, and handed it to her. She accepted it graciously, as if I just presented her with a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. “Why thank you, Uncle Bill,” she said, curtseying provocatively before me. “Now I think it’s time for another drink,” she declared, and we made our way back to the patio.I refilled our.