Asshole. He knows full well I can't beg with my mouth full. "I don't hear anything." He says, now quite intentionally pressing his hard cock up agains... my inner thigh, applying enough pressure that I can feel his pulse throbbing out from it. Fuck! I want it so bad it drives reason into the basement. If there was a single thing I could do about it, I would - I'd just grab him, shove him to the ground and make him fuck me, plant my hands on his face and ride him till I came screaming. But of. They’d be able to hold the fort down.“Don’t make me say it again.”He lifted the covers and I crawled back in. He was a real psycho. What kind of a person could hold a conversation in their sleep? It made me think about every single doctor’s appointment I’d ever been to, wondering if those doctors also had this weird little superpower. Was it something they all just picked up in residency? Or was Wes just really a psycho? I was willing to bet it was the latter.I’d thought that I’d never be able. ’ The woman motioned for her to enter and Jordan stepped into a worn, but comfortable living room. ‘I heard the FBI was in town. My name’s Florence Harker, but everyone calls me Flo. Can I get you something to drink? An iced tea? This is quite a warm September we are having. You know the Sheriff already asked me lots of questions.’ ‘I know. Yes, iced tea would be fine.’ Jordan answered her. The woman returned shortly with two beverages. She handed one to Jordan, smiled and said, ‘Please make. " Can I get you anything, perhaps another beer?" I hadn't planned on stopping at this point, but I needed something to drink. I was more turned on than I had ever been, I don't know why. All I knew was that I needed a drink."Sure," he replied. I walked into the kitchen and got us both a beer. Mine was half gone by the time I handed Tom his. The pause between songs on the CD had long since passed. "The music's started again," he hinted.I smiled, and started to dance again. It was probably due to.