"She got in the back seat next to me. Frisker went around to the other side, crouching outside the open door, next to the coma patient.They started ta...king like he wasn't there.Gun: "This is a bad idea."Gay: "We don't have a choice. It's either this or we lose him again."Gun: "Kay will-" Girl: "Kay can suck my dick!"He couldn't help but interject. "Uh, Rebecca, is there something you're not telling me?" "I haven't had an operation, if that's what you're asking." She grabbed his hand, shoving it. I was living the life and loving every minute of it. Sex was my new goal in life and I was surely achieving my goal.The first thing I did was have Wynter relate to Mom all about how Dad, Stephen to Mom, had initiated her into sex by teaching her how to suck his cock. And how all through her junior and senior years of high school, and freshman and sophomore years of college, Wynter had avoided getting fucked by blowing every guy she ever dated. And, of course, continuing to give slobbery cock. A moment later, the finger nails of Gina's right hand slowly claw my back on a direct line toward my butt. Instinctively, I thrust my hips forward to reduce the target, which lifts my cock to within inches of those pouting pussy lips. Before I can relax, in a single, seamless motion, Gina's hand grabs my cock at the base as she lowers her body. I slip effortlessly between her open lips and into the warm channel of her vagina.My half closed eyes fly open in surprise, and although she at least. Some people probably find you kind of intense – maybe even a little abrupt.” Her hazel eyes widened slightly at this, but she gave me another, somewhat more doubtful nod. (Actually, “cranky bitch” was the phrase one of her ex-boyfriends had once used to describe her to me.)I leaned forward and spoke more softly. “But I’ve always suspected that sometimes you get very tired of having to be that person – of always being in charge, always having to be the one to make sure that everything gets.