Each time you make me want to explore every inch of it. Sucking your huge cock drives me crazy. I wish you could feel how dripping wet I am getting wi...h every word I am typing. Our sexuality is different. It's about the wide freedom one can have protected by endless trust. The only rule is: straight forward honesty. Never hold back a feeling, never hold back a word no matter how dirty it might sound, never hold back an orgasm. We used to have the best sex in the world. Mind-blowing,. Sheila glared at him. So did Martha, before she turned her attention back to Megan."Language," Martha said sharply. "I've told you often enough. Profanity is an indication of a poor vocabulary. I know you have a good vocabulary and you don't need to use profanity." I know, Aunt Martha, and I'm sorry," Megan replied, still sounding angry. "But sometime, proper vocabulary just can't communicate the amount of emotion that I want to express." Well, that may be true, but it's not your decision to. “I’m Merlyn.”“Maddog Merlyn?” Two and two came together in her mind and, in a second, she was slamming back on the door. “Let me out! Let me the fuck out! Leaving me with Maddog Merlyn, you lost your goddamn…”“They ain’t gonna hear you. Don’t bother. Besides, I won’t hurt you.”“What is that? Scout’s honor? I seriously doubt you were a scout.”“Actually...I was. Got every badge in the book.”“Was one of them for serial killing? Or was that just for the bucket list?” She tried to position the table. At that point I began to move it in and out. I stopped every few strokes to massage my clit.I was so high that when I saw Marty watching me, I had a screaming orgasm for him to watch. My muscles clamped painfully around the hard plastic flashlight. I felt as though I was screaming, but I don't think the noise was as loud as I imagined. I know it sent my nervous system into overload. I lay on the bed shaking, unable to regain control of myself. I was in awful shape when Marty bent over and.