It felt even better this time. He gaped my arse wide and spat in it again. Then he ploughed his pecker into my arse, deep stroke after deep stroke. St...rtlingly deep. “Orrgh fuck yeah...fuck my arse...fuck my arse” I heard myself saying. Steve responded with a manic pummelling of my aching but needy hole. I was incapable of escaping his pounding, even as I winced a bit because the shooting shards of pleasure overwhelmed my tender throbbing. I was caught in the pleasure impasse; too good, too. " We arranged where to meet and when, and I wore my 'I'm still young and hot' dress.Joey showed up – without Dickwad – looking pretty hot himself. I didn't like the buzz cut, but it did give him a kind of dark and dangerous look that was just a little tempting.Not that Yugi-bear wouldn't approve, just he'd be upset that he missed out.So we went to this place that looked right out of Scarface. People looked at us oddly as we were led to a table. Joey waved to a couple guys on staff and they. How long did that take you?"Greg groaned."We were hoping you might be able to write something that goes with the scores I've already done," he said."We?" I wondered.He sighed."No," he said with his head up. "She was wondering that." If it was as easy as she makes it sound, songwriters would not be paid for their work," I replied. "Not that I've been paid for my work. But, you get my point." I hope," I added.He patted me on the arm and left my room. I returned to my Robert Ludlum novel.Carrie. 44/40 did that to a man.I shot the young buck near yellow-mane. Her head jerked up and somehow our eyes met. She knew the man who shot him. The buck fell at her feet, but he wasn't dead. He was clawing at the dirt. Yellow-mane scrambled to her feet, dragging the coffle toward him. She rolled him on his back, pulled his knife from his belt, and cut his throat clean as a whistle. She stood over him and watched him die.Some Indians tried to reach their horses to escape, but not a one made it. A.