I THINK IT’S ABOUT TIME WE ALL GOT SOME PUSSY.” I just rolled my eyes. With Don, this topic always managed to find it’s way into our conversatio...s.“Dude, you say this every year and yet we haven’t even heard of you seeing a pussy”, I piped in and Phil nodding his agreement. “I know but that’s going to change this year. That’s why I have this blackboard, for every time one of us gets laid, we get a tally mark beside our names and whoever get the most tallies by the end of the year gets the. To say they chatted was an error. Florence spent most of her verbiage discussing ways to torment the woman who was still upstairs. Fletcher didn’t disagree. He only said that she deserved a decent night’s sleep owing to the trauma of the previous day. Florence kept pointing to the concept of constant unrelenting punishment right up to the final action. Fletcher viewed the woman upstairs as still being a valuable human commodity whose health was as important as her suffering. According to. I'd fallen backwards when the backs of my legs had hit the bed. Sliding down the slick bedspread before Jason had stopped me from hitting the floor. Jason had had me stripped down to my panties before I'd had the chance to do more than remove his shirt. Pinning me with his body. Kissing me even while his hand slid down my stomach, over my mound and under my panties. 'God, Jason. Keep this up and I might get the idea that you've missed me,' I laughed between kisses and then gasped as a finger. Yeah, I’ve seen it. Forget about her, she can’t do the things to you that I can. You know those moments when you look at me, and I’m sliding my pen in and out of my hot, little mouth? Well, I’m not attempting to work out the answer to your question. I’m pretending it’s your thick, meaty cock. I can almost feel it, if I close my eyes. I sweep my tongue over the end, I stroke your balls and feel you twitch and shudder. I want to taste you. I want to devour you. I want to drink down your.