T watched as I cleaned his spunk off myself. He was still wanking me,his hand still doing its job.I felt myself tensing,my heart was racing,my breathi...g erratic, huffing and puffing as my own orgasm built.T sensed this and he started to wamk me faster,his hand increased its pressure and then it hit me,my orgasm. I held myself stiff as an orgasm shook my body, it coursed through my young body. My hips buckled,my knees shaking as T brought me to my first orgasm from another hand.I was still to. If I write my story to you would you write it into one of your erotic pieces?Love, PamelaDear Pamela,Thank you for your "fan" letter. I'm flattered by the effect my stories have had on you. I just write them as an outlet to pass the time and break writers block from my real writing job. I wish they were edited better, but I try to mask my real writing style so if I ever become a well known author these pieces won't haunt me. If it makes you feel any better, I do have a low, somewhat husky,. I carefully read everything before snapping a picture with my phone.“I don’t think you can do that!” he protested.“Did you see me do it?” I asked with a little grin.“Hell, yes. You just took a picture of my ID. How do I know what you’ll do with it?” he asked with some concern.“One thing at a time,” I responded. “I can do it. You saw it happen. What do most people do with a picture of the ID of a police detective? Maybe use it to remember his name and badge number in case shit hits the. He thought the girls probably deserved to be fucked open and forced to suck a man's cock over and over. They probably enjoyed getting a light electric shock on their labia or clamps on their nipples. Girls were just prick teasers weren't they? He had found that even in lower school, they would tease him and laugh at him and the teachers sometimes even joined in. Especially Mrs Jones, she was a real bitch. He still thought of her as this old woman, she was 30 or so, but he was 7 when he pissed.