Nothing but a mounting ecstasy, building higher andhigher, reaching new heights of rewarding sensual titillation withevery passing moment. She felt on...y the a****l lust that had takencontrol of Akbar, this mental defective, this ugly and dirty baldnitwit who was over 30 years older than she, this deranged Gardenerwho was fucking far up into her flat belly with his wonderful longthick cock ... his big vulgar prick!Akbar could barely contain his tremendous elation as he worked overher, enjoying. Also tell her she was the reason you went to the dance. Just so she doesn't feel like a piece of meat."I did not want to stay home alone on a Saturday night. Especially not after a Friday night like the one I just had, so I rode over to Tryon. First I called Mike; since it appeared he was on duty. I drove by the addresses that Archer had provided, with Mike following behind. It was his choice to being a separate car.The houses were always the worst ones on the block. By the time Davenport's. It's what every guy wants, right? No strings, no commitments. Just hard, raw sex whenever I need it. It's a perfect arrangement for me. No drama. No feelings. I turn away from the window and make my way to the front door to unlock it before walking to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. Tequila. My very own, best friend. I gulp it all down in one swig, enjoying the burning sensation as it glides down my throat and reaches my stomach. Fuck, I love that. Kat, stop this madness. What would your. "What do you mean?" I mean ... I almost find Lissa's tasks and what she's doing more exciting than my own. Like ... like I wish I'd been half as daring and brave and naughty when I was that age." Ah, I see." I decided to make a guess, hoping it was true, and, even if not, to suggest it just for its sheer perversity. "You're re-living your own adolescence, with your brother Jason, vicariously, through the way your daughter's teasing him, now." Oh my god, exactly!" she replied after only a short.