I think you've seen it enough that you could write a screen play of it. The question is, have you really seen it enough to get the message, or do you ...eed more. You do understand that this was done for a purpose, don't you?"Tears had formed in the big man's eyes as she spoke and then started running down his face as he nodded."Step out of the car please, Mr. Parry," she said, stepping back to make room. He quickly stepped down out of the big truck to stand towering over her."You see, Raymond,. The effect of your pussy keeping me as hard as iron, deep inside you. I suggest we need to clean up, and you agree. I lift you up, while still buried within you and carry you to your bathroom, neither of us caring whether we were seen or not. I enter the bathroom, closing and locking the door, I approach the bath and gently lean down offering you an easy way off of me, you refuse and squeeze me tighter, I reach out and turn the shower on, letting it heat up, I resume our kissing. Even after our. Our cue is coming up."Our cue?"What, you guys planned this all out?"Nancy kissed my ear."Watch."Carl's emptied himself in my sister and, like a lot of guys, went limp. I don't mean his cock, that happens to everyone, I mean the rest of him. One minute he was there, the next minute he was dozing. I wondered if he snored. Magda lay on top of him until he drifted off, and moved to lie beside him facing our direction. Up on one elbow, she looked across Carl to our corner and smiled.Nancy poked. ’ She sighed, raking her hand through her auburn hair. She let her eyes travel over his form ever so subtlety. There were some who had found him unattractive, had made him feel so low about himself. No, he wasn’t perfect, nor was he a Brat Pitt. In a way, that made him even more desirable than any movie star, any Joe Blow tall, dark, and handsome. he was so god-damned beautiful. She adored the way his bangs swept down into eyes that varied from compassion to darkly intense. She loved the way.