The sun had also bleached his shock of naturally blonde hair. Coupled with pale blue eyes and a ready smile he looked good and attractive?and he knew ...t.He liked girls, but they didn’t interest him in that way. For him the real pleasure came from other guys, specially those older, more mature men who knew the ways to build and prolong a guy’s fucking pleasure. Not that the fun was all one-way, Andy knew how to make a guy cum real hard too. In the last few months he’d discovered the harder side. What do you think???Isn’t there another conflict of interest here as well? Jenny doesn’t really like you. I don’t want to feel I am some sort of informer — well obviously I don’t — so what about the things I might say to you? Where would they go???I think if you have any information about Jenny’s time away, you should tell it to Brian Ackroyd. I was just thinking about you. Why don’t you think things over and let me know??Joe sighs. The feeling of fatigue begins to build inside him again, yet. I leaned forward again as he started to enter me, this time a little slower, probably to tease me. He wasn’t fucking me as hard and fast this time and I was getting a little impatient because he came again and I didn’t. So I took one hand off the wall and started to rub my clit like he did before, he noticed this and grabbed my arm and pinned it behind my back.“We’ll have none of that naughty girl,” he growled in my ear.“Mm I think naughty girls get spankings,” I moaned back to him. For some. She reached for her robe, pulling it around her body and securing the tie. She peaked in the kitchen, but everything was as she had left it. A feeling of dread coursed through her as she moved toward the living room. Again, she was nearly running by the time she reached the end of the hall. His duffel bag was gone. She collapsed to her knees, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing violently. He had felt so real. Had it all been a dream? It couldn’t be a dream. There was a burn on her breasts.