I’ve never seen East Enders or the celebrities in anything and I’ve only been to the London airport, so I hope everything came out right. That sai..., on with the show! * * * * * A Request For Help. London, England. March 2006. Help. The most awful and most marvelous word in the English language. I recently found out how true this is. If you will listen, I will tell you how. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Frank Martin. I’m in the transportation business. No, I’m not the guy the movies. Even if I tried to control myself, to not make it obvious, wouldn't she feel the heat from my cum? "What the fuck are you doing?" she would yell, trying to push me away. But I would be pinning her down with my body weight, and she wouldn't be able to get the leverage to move me. I would grunt with effort, unable to conceal my orgasm, desperately trying to keep my cock shoved deep inside her. I imagine the walls of her pussy gripping me tightly as her anger causes her to clamp down. It was a tight fit. I watched her facial expressions turn from one of hurt to joy as I pushed further and further. My pelvic bone met hers, and I leaned forward, hovering over her. Her mouth was open and she took in deep breaths, even as she changed colors from an ashen white to a deep crimson red. “Oh my gawd!” she cried out. I rhythmically worked myself back and forth. Within seconds, she was grabbing my shoulders and squeezing them, as the first orgasm ripped through her sexy body. She. Her lips tasted so sweet and juicy and I couldn't keep myself off of her.I was so eager to enter her but she had stopped me. She was in control of the whole situation and we both knew it.She pulled me gently by my penis, and I followed her into my bedroom."Is this your first time?"I nodded obediently again.She smiled widely."I'm glad."She pushed me down onto my bed and began sucking me. It felt so great that I shot into her mouth within minutes.But she was not done. She grabbed hold of it and.