What in God’s name had I done? Was she dying? “Christ almighty!” The amazed voice of Hilary’s husband Clive from behind me made me pause, but ...hat ‘something’ inside me insisted that mustn’t let it distract me from my task. Instead, I lowered the flat of my tongue onto Hilary’s over-sized clitoris once again as the two middle fingers of my left hand plunged repeatedly into her vagina, curling upwards to rasp firmly over her G-spot again. “YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!” Don’t stop! Don’t give her a. It was pretty dark in the arcade, so I was able to get a pretty good look at him before he spotted me. As he approached, I slunk back up against the wall and pretended to be texting.He was a big dude in his thirties. He had a shaved head and goatee. He was wearing a wife beater t-shirt, baggy jeans shorts, and basketball shoes. My overall impression of him was that he looked like a gangsta - exactly the type of guy who wouldn't tolerate a white person in this neighbourhood. But I knew from. I don't even know what that damn thing says. "Can Iread it?" Sure. Though you should've read it last night," he said handing it tome. "Man," I thought to myself. "This is as bad as the Terms of Serviceon every single web site and app store."The top of the recipet had in big bold letters "Second Chances". Istarted reading the paragraph under it. "I, Anthony Demarco have agreedto enroll in the Second Chances program. I will return to a time andplace in my own lifetime to redo two weeks of my. She didn’t know what she was saying. It could have been his name, her name or just the dirtiest things that came to her mind. All she knew was the intense pressure of his body entering into hers. Before long, he was calling out her name and she could feel that he was close to being finished, “Fill me with your seed!” she heard herself yell. “What was that my slut?” he answered. “Fill me with your fuck seed,” she gasped just as he shot his white hot sperm straight into her womb. This didn’t stop.