He then took hold of my cock and gave it a little squeeze. I couldn't believe my luck; this was just what I wanted him to do.I never did get to meet K...ren that day. I left Arnim's flat the moment I was fully sober. I just couldn't believe what had happened, and why I had enjoyed it so much. Guilt and embarrassment swept over me as I walked to the underground station. I was a shirt-lifter; a queer; a sissy fag, a nancy-boy. Fortunately, I could limit the damage by phoning my boss the next day. ”—Cora Carmack, Losing It“AMO, AMAS, AMAT. I love, you love, he, she, or it loves.” I figured that if I didn’t retain anything else from my Latin class, I’d remember that for as long as I live. I love. Rachel amo. Beca amo. Joan amo. Desi amo. Livy amo. Em amo. Brittany amo. Et diligere caritatem. I love to love. Amo amari. I love to be loved. Ego sum plena stercore. I am full of shit.No matter how I cut it, I was daydreaming through my classes thinking of my girlfriends and impatient for. I then asked you ready to be fucked baby. She was so excited she screamed it "YES FUCK ME NOW" I shoved the big black dildo deep in her pussy I watched as it stretched her pussy wide and I could see her belly swell from me shoving it in so deep. My wife was thrashing around and pushing back down against the dildo. She was moaning and sighing as I worked the dildo back and forth into her pussy. She never once opened her eyes and really did not say much. I could tell she was ready to cum and. I was in heaven at this point and apparently moaning a little too loud. Mr. Sullivan pulled my hair and covered my mouth. “Do you realize we are in a classroom? You’re moaning so loud they can probably hear you down the hall.” He said in half seriousness. The impending danger didn’t stop him from fucking me harder. I couldn’t say anything back. All I did was bite the palm of his hand and try to hold back the urge to scream his name. Mr. Sullivan sat me up on the desk facing.