Also I was the author of the two comments at the bottom, numbers 6 and 11, that have my name attached. This was not a hack by someone like Keith to ma...e me, the character in the story, look real. I think we both love each other though our romance has more ups and downs than a rollercoaster. We've already had two breakups, but can't seem to stay apart very long. I was overjoyed when I read his letter, delightfully embarrassed even, because he hadn't sent it to me before posting it for. .End of part four.More to come soon!Comments welcome,[email protected] James always took me like a champ. He was my little champ forsure. That weekend I had my own way with him, fucked his cum right out ofhim several times, and made him have loads of dry orgasms when his cuteballs were empty. He just happily sat on my lap, or got on all fours, orlay down beside me. My favorite positions were all the ones that allowed meto see his face as I bred him, kissed him, and made love to him.We. Just go nice and slow.”Eric delivered just that. His slow pace of withdrawing and reinserting his cock inside me was perfect. He would occasionally hold his head right outside my hole before pushing back in and doing the same buried deep inside me. It was incredible.I’m not sure what overcame me but after about five minutes of sensual intercourse, I decided a little dirty talk was in order and blurted out, “So do you fuck all your sluts like this? Stop playing around and fuck me.”“Oh now you. Finally she decided that if she was the dominant then the answer to “What do you wear... ?” had to be “anything I damned well please” and had changed out of her office clothes and opted for a sweater, jeans and ankle boots, thinking that if it was going to be a demanding evening then at least she would be dressed comfortably.June’s Clerkenwell address was in an old house not far from St John’s Square squeezed in on either side by modern offices. Allison buzzed the door intercom and after a.