.with my thoughts...and some foreign thoughts as well."Who are you?" I thought silently to myself...willing it to wherever thevoice came from."I am yo...," it replied.I panicked, because it's not everyday you have a conversation withyourself mentally. Was I turning schizophrenic or something? What thehell was going on with me?The voice laughed at me, "Seems like you don't know yourself any longerdo you?"I didn't answer it, instead I looked at Claire. "Hey sweetie, (Ipaused...because I never said. ”“Because they don’t!” Strong on emotion, weak on logic, that was my Marilyn!I just held my hands up in an undecided sort of gesture. “You never know, babe, you never know!” Actually, I did know. Matthew, for instance was incredibly strait-laced, and John was pretty serious, too. (Luke, on the other hand was a party hound, and would do it if he could!) If anything like that were to occur, the chances their parents wouldn’t hear about it were infinitesimal!Luke and John came in and I asked them. The firm wet tongues probing and suction throwing shivers down your spine, I hear a “STOP”! “Nick Stop!” from those distant lands an slowly they fade away to a more pliant nature as slow movement is now made for the ever distant travel to the back of your neck, feeling your head flop forward, as a rag doll might, slow methodical small tiny relentless kisses to the back of your neck. My hand falls from your waist to your thigh, as the persistent kissing of you neck relentlessly continues my. I begin fucking you with the dildo “Suck me deeper bitch” I trust my hips and grind my cock into your throat, “Good little slut, do you want my cum?” I hear you moan and feel your mouth buzz slightly against my cock as I fuck your face harder and harder, suddenly I feel my release I explode in your mouth spraying your throat, “Swallow it you dirty whore” I hold my cock in you and feel you sucking it down your throat, gulping my sticky load. “Good girl”I kiss your forehead and move round the.