Saturday morning. I can stay here as long as I like.Bliss.Don't cock this up, are you listening?Stop worrying, Derek. It was their own fault it got se...t here. They're notgoing to make you walk the plank if I'm a couple of minutes late.But I did cock it up. First my car broke down, then the ferries were onstrike and I couldn't get to Gosport in time. I wonder how I managed toworm my way out of that one?They're a heavy rock band from the States. In case you thought I was adevil worshipper or. I could see that hot fuckstick as he almost completely pulled it from her, her cunt extended around its girth, then he would ram it home. Linda began humping hard up against him, telling him how much she was loving it. The black mans butt contracted with each thrust and I knew he would come soon. "I'm gonna fill your cunt with my black seed," he yelled, "you'd like that wouldn't you?" Linda answered, "yes, come inside me, don't take that beautiful thing out." Then the black buried himself to. Valerie made sure the gold stud through her clitoral hood had not irritated her. Sally was waiting for Valerie, naked and on her hands and knees just behind their front door. Valerie lifted her, hugged and kissed her, and got her ankle-length down-filled coat. ‘Put on boots, sweetheart, it’s mucky outside, and get into your coat. It’s time.’ Valerie took Sally down to Memorial, parked her Lexus at the far end of the lot. They entered through a side door. The security guard asked them to wait,. The demon thirst, the primal urge to hate-fuck her intensifies, seething inside me, eating into my better intentions.She continues her berating, and the pitch of her voice swells into a shrewish falsetto.“Why don’t you play soccer? Soccer guys are hot.”Since she’s in a chatty, inquisitive mood, I figure two could play at that game, and I decide to hit the cunt with the Socratic Method.“Didn’t you play soccer in high school?” I ask, in a calm, Sam Harris-ish monotone.“I did, yeah,” she replies,.