I guess everybody's always called me Tommy and I'm just used to it. But I can see how it can bug you. It's tough when people don't realize you've grow... up, isn't it?" Yeah," the eight year old replied."There's one advantage of being called Tommy: when somebody uses my real name I know I'm in trouble and if they use all three of them, I'm really in trouble." Does your mother do that a lot?"I just chuckled. "No, she's pretty much turned that job over to this beautiful lady here."Damned elbow! Jim. Direct foul language kind of catches you off guard and complexes you. "W-what do you mean 'barebacked'?" What do I mean? Get fucked, reamed, nailed, whatevered by her from behind! She must have a monster of a cock!" Ehh... you're wishing to have sex with the president?" Who wouldn't? Don't tell me, you don't want to get smashed by her!"As he jumps onto a bed and hugs a pillow in a demonstrating way, you are lost for words and can't seem to be able to answer. As he notices that he goes on: "Or. He lifted and then opened my legs, making the skirt fall right to up to my knickers and slowly played with my lips and my thighs, running his fingers from my thighs to my little bums.Although my pussy was dripping wet, he did not even bring his fingers close to it because he wanted me to feel the rush, to experience the heat and to desperately crave for him.He was savouring the moment and was enjoying the sight of me lying under his five feet and nine inches body. I also didn't want the moment. When he tried to return her glance, Kim snapped at him in Danubian and he immediately turned away. Maria Elena studied his backside, which was covered with the fading marks of a whipping that he must have endured about a week before. She shuddered, wondering about those marks and what the young man had done to be so severely punished. The trolley was an express trolley, only stopping at transfer stations and bypassing everything else as it made its way downtown. There were only four transfer.