SCREAMINGFire streams along the nervesSo hot it freezes me,And I become erect,Gathering myselfInto my nipples and my cock,Intensely aware of my breast...,Of my manhood,And of the extreme unctionOf the fused dichotomyOf my forbidden sexuality;I confess, tears hot upon my face,Pleading, praying, to be seenAs much as forgiven,And God sends fire through me,So hot it freezes meAnd I am reborn (or I am in hell),Gathered into bright Transcendence,Like missiles showered downUpon molten, fertile. This is Houston. We don’t need to dress up. Not for that steakhouse.” I grabbed her butt in my hands. “Wait. Just a couple more of those wiggles.”She smiled. “You got it bad, don’t you?”“Uh-huh. Sore as I am, you’re still perfection.”“I know about that ‘sore’ part. My thighs ... Ouch!” she squeaked as she flopped down atop me.I stroked her hair away from the sides of her face, hooking most of it behind her ears, the short ends of it forming points at her jawline.“I’m glad you’re the one that. I had my eyes closed as I reeled in the ecstasy of the moment when suddenly I was brought back to reality by a hard slap to my face. "Get on your back whore" I heard Joe tell me. Ron had stopped and when I realized what was going on, I quickly rose off of Ron's cock and laid down next to him on my back. "Fuck her now" Joe then told Ron. Ron got up and moving down to my legs, took hold of my ankles and spread my legs apart. He quickly moved in between my legs and when he put then on his. I love how your mouth feels on my cock. Especially those soft, perfect lips of yours." He leaned over to one side, reaching for his backpack and unzipping it. With a grunt, he pulled out a small little docking station for his iPod and a pair of black, high-quality speakers. Judy recognized the speakers as the ones she'd given him the previous Christmas... never thought he'd be using them for ... for this, she thought numbly. Bobby stood up, and moved the station and the speakers over to one of.