"She put the phone down on the table. Steve waited anxiously, wondering if the woman would be able to find the card.Finally Steve heard her pick up th... phone. "Hello?" Yes, I'm still here." The man's name was John Stone. I remember him now. He had some pictures of him when he was younger with a small child that he said was you and a woman who looked like your mother, but much younger. In fact, he even left a copy of one of the pictures here in case I ran across anyone who might have known what. Several of her friends had thought she wouldn't be able to take him all the way, but she had. They had told her that the guy was reputed to be 16 inches long and bigger than her closed fist. She had already, before him, been fucked four times, so she had been relaxed inside. He had taken his time, and had, after about 20 minutes of trying, gone all the way inside of her. He had fucked her, she had been told, for over an hour, and had cum inside her, AT HER INSISTENCE, 3 times. Her last time she. Whatever she had visualized, this wasn't it. This was debauchery and it was making her extremely wet and excited. She felt like she was losing control of her own body. Her breath was getting ragged. She was moaning and trying to catch her breath as well as trying to be everywhere and see everything that was happening. The smell of ripe sex filled the air and her mouth. She could taste it. It was intoxicating. She watched and listened to the sucking sounds. Mathew had Jennifer's dress up to her. " No sense fanning the flames of stupidity.However, those guys on All Sports Talk were terrific!Meghan grabbed me, hugged me so tight I thought I might pop a blood vessel, and laid a kiss on em that took my breath away. "Sweeeettt..." I muttered when she let go."Ohhhh ... I missed you my strong, brave, satyr. I've never been so completely loved as I was with you. If you really still want me to move with you to Branson, say the word and I'm there."Her scared smile belied the ferocity of her.