It was like a contest sometimes. I’d run home after college, run up to my room, and try to make myself cum before my sisters came home. As I got old...r, I started being more adventurous. I’d eave the bedroom door open and keep myself on the edge of cumming until I’d hear the front door open and then I’d let myself have a mind blowing climax. I knew I’d have about a minute before they’d head upstairs, and it made the feeling so much more intense to imagine getting caught in the midst of something. I suddenly realized I wasn’t just thirsty — I was parched and dry as a husk, yet it wasn’t water that I desired this time. It was her. Her and something else. Something that was even more necessary. That liquid that she had given me — viscous and heady. Yes — that was what I yearned for — what I needed!I looked around. It was nighttime. I could see the stars, though something wasn’t quite right…My senses seemed heightened; the noises and smells were different here. I realized that I was no. "Thank you, Emma," he said in his deep baritone. Such a lovely speaking voice he had. Emma never failed to be thrilled at the Graduations and other occasions when Brad got up to speak."Is there... anything else I can do for you?" she asked, almost shyly. How good it would feel, his wonderful male hardness surging into her belly! His warm encouraging words of tenderness... intimate words that he would use when touching her where no one had ever touched but him! It would be especially good today,. But compared to a night at the Buena Vista it was like a vacation.The little whores went back to polishing windows and Gertie got down to business. “How many kids did you turn away this month?”Harold said, “Fourteen.” Columbo nodded. Two businessmen agreeing on inventory.Gertie shook her head, “Waste. You’re buying another apartment building, Harold. Actually two more. You’ll need a total of $74,000 for the down. Problem?” She knew it wouldn’t be.Harold frowned, going over his options, “Could I.