Why? I tell you, if you ask me there’s nothing better than a wet, slimy, greasy pussy, except maybe two.’ ‘This the end of the line?’ ‘Yeah,...right after the kid there.’ ‘So hey, how does this work?’ ‘What, you some kind of pervert? I mean it’s the kids first time, but you’re not that young. You’re not one of them damn abstainers are you?’ ‘No, no, I’m just not from around here. I heard it is different in different counties.’ ‘Look, it’s all very simple. They got a motel, they got these girls…’. The tapping stopped. The myth during his undergraduate years was that the worse you treated a girl, the more she felt drawn to you. George had seen the theory borne out in practice, but had never put the theory into practice himself, having been raised to be sensitive to the needs of others. He tried to recall if he’d ever had to put his foot down, to impose his will on Abby or anyone else for that matter. He couldn’t remember the last time. Abby and he had often agreed on things and those they. Now, you have to admit that was kind of a weird thing to say. If she really hadn't been there, she would have said "What are you talking about?" But saying "That wasn't me" meant she knew what I was talking about, which meant-- what, multiple personalities? "I don't get it," I said, cautiously."It wasn't really me," she said. "It was me playing a part. That's the only way I can do things like that for you, Ricky. If I put on an act, then I can make you very, very happy." And looking into her. Things were really heating up and David’s hands ran up Sue’s thighs under her dress disappearing round to the front. He continued kissing and caressing her neck with increasing ardour. Sue was now moaning and his fingers were obviously inside her. My hardon was raging and I started to leak pre-cum. David suddenly wheeled Sue around and kissed her passionately full on the mouth. I made eye contact with Sue and she mouthed the words … ‘I love you’. ‘We’d be more comfortable on the sofa’ Sue.