He slid in slow and went in deep, I mean balls deep. We both grunted and sucked in our breath. It felt so good. He began to slow stroke me. " God, Lor... you're so wet, it's so good" he said as he continued to fuck me. I was loving it. " God, the pussy is so tight, and it's wet and gushy Mami" he says as he kept going in deeper and deeper. He was hitting all the walls of my pussy I was losing it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cominggggggggggg" I screamed, as he hit that spot that released my flood. The mistakes will jump out at you like drunken Irishmen on St. Patty's Day, believe me. Everyone's Irish when you're spread eagle on the pool table. Its weird.That makes it the perfect time to do a little review as well..."Dogsmith" was written by Lisa Pavageau in early 2006 for nevermindwho.com and posted to SOL sometime after the exclusivity rights expired, under the pen name rache. The title is a word I made up for a working title and a better one never occurred to me. I hadn't looked at it. Door's unlocked,phone's right there, she can call or walk out and report me to the policeany time she wants. Oh Goddess, I do hope she trusts me. You know I wouldnever ever hurt a child!" She put milk on the stove to heat for thechocolate, and found enough Swiss cheese for four sandwiches. Soon therewas a plate of sandwiches and two cups of hot chocolate. "Please, ohplease, let her be there," his mantra went.Re-entering the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see her sitting, legscurled up,. Then he plunged into her. He skewered right into the fire. His strokes, long and deep, built the heat one more time. She wound tighter than was humanly possible.When she shattered, she writhed around him. She screamed.He drove into her, and his shout echoed her scream. Then he collapsed over her, and his gasps answered hers. “Love,” he said when he finally got off and moved to her side.She hadn’t the strength to answer, but what she felt the next morning was, indeed, love.They were coming out.