From the very first feelings I had about my sexuality I realised I had a strange fetish toward older men, the fatter, the hairier the sweatier the bet...er, well within reason but I understood this fetish very well so much so that I avoided almost all contact with people my own age or younger than me in any sexual manner it was something that didn't turn me on at all and was definitely out of my comfort zone unless I was extremely desperate, so this particular day was a Saturday morning and I was. His thrusts were now fast, demented and unyielding. “Can you feel it can you feel my hand?” The wrist twisted feeling the bump of his cock against her fleshy inside wall. “You were fucking soo tight to get up inside even out cold.” He announced please with his final result.Mandy’s reply was an undecipherable babble of grunts yelps and long lamenting moans. Her beautiful lips making a cute oval of sensation her eyes wide like on storks her mind unable to put a rational sentence together. How. Please. And not to go out and screw up our scholarships and college admissions. It was really a passionate plea for us to take care of ourselves this week and not get into trouble. I could see already that some of my classmates were planning an all-week bender. Where the hell do they get their booze?Jen met us at the door. There were tear-streaks on her face. I pulled her to me in a hug."What is it, baby?" I asked. It was very unlike Jen to let anything upset her to the point of tears."Rhonda,". Nash stores such impressions and any unusual mannerisms or idiosyncrasies to build a database from which he can draw upon for fictitious characters for his short stories and, eventually, for his first novel. Nash planned to begin writing a novel before the year’s end. Already he’d drafted an outline and had filled almost four notebooks on memories of past conversations with his mother and also transcribing interesting extracts taken from her old scrapbooks. His interviews with his mother were.