The conversation flooded me with memory--our fourteenth birthday and the others following."Do you remember... ?" On the log. Our fourteenth birthday. ... always remember." And the fifteenth..." And the sixteenth when I took your innocence and you made me scream." And the twinkling stars we stared at inside our warmth." And the twinkling city below like we floated in heaven. I remember everything." I love you Bess." I love you Joe. So what made her heavenly?" First she's beautiful. She's from. Removing one of the packages from the box he tore open the tin foil wrapper. Freeing his already hard cock from the confines of his jeans Sam pinched the tip of the condom before rolling it down his upright shaft.Sam’s first stroke was difficult. It took a lot of physical effort on his part just to move his hand up and down his shaft. Outside Haley visibility gasped in shock. Dropping her phone the teen’s hands darted between her legs.“Got your cherry.” Sam bragged to himself as he continued to. ”“And the trivial ones who’ve been lauded: name one in the past decade you’ve read! I’ve read only two ... Doris Lessing and Vargas Llosa.”“And I can’t recall the names of the recent ones, except for Bob Dylan last year. And that was silly.”“And they managed to overlook Tolstoy, Ibsen, Strindberg, Zola, Proust, Brecht, Hardy, Henry James, Mark Twain, Joseph Conrad, James Joyce, Virginia Woolf and W.H. Auden.”“And Chekhov and Robert Frost and Kafka.”“Really weird the way those things. A hand again tangled in my hair, turning me around, his lips hungry for mine, kissing me hard, his tongue in and out of my mouth. He tugged at my thong and it slid down my legs. My hands went for his jacket to remove it. He stepped back. "No!" Sam swooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. My dress and thong, both dangling off my feet, came free and fell to the floor, along with my heels. He lay me on the bed and kneeled in front of me, at my feet. He leaned forward, his mouth moving.