Still fucking my throat—every bit as 'good' as I had fucked his. The pain of my arm was about to make me pass out—I started getting weak. He pushe... down on the back of my head, burying his cock down the back of my throat. I started choking up, and finnaly started to puke up, dripping down his cock and balls. “Ahhh, he said softly—now see—that was just wrong” Without warning, he yanked my mohawk and p u s h e d me back on my haunches into the pavement, with my head now looking str8 up at him. She and Woody were platonic friends, genuinely. She had no more interest in him sexually than she had in Mr Pierce (who was now moving slowly through the crowds towards them – he was like a bulldozer, or perhaps an oil tanker; his great bulk causing a bow wave of teenagers on either side of his track), but she was somewhat affronted that Woody’s eyes were clearly distracted from looking at John T. Jones to focussing about a foot to 18 inches below Mandy’s face. He was ogling her tits, he was. Call it misplaced loyalty to the memory of your first true love.”“Better,” I said. “Go on, I’m listening.”I poured us each another cup of coffee and we moved to the couch, leaving the breakfast cleanup for later.“I just don’t think you’re cut out for being married and limiting yourself to a single girl. Could you do it? Of course. You’d draw a line and never cross it. I know you can do that. And you would be miserable. Oh, you would put on a happy face, and you would have a good sex life, but. It was already very hard. I moved back and took off my vest and dress. When I was standing before him in my bra and panties, standing steady on my boots, he took off his blouse, revealing a tanned, muscled upper body, decorated with a single long necklace with a shark tooth on it. He got up and I took his pants and his snake leather shoes off. His fingers brushed my face and shoulders and he started kissing my neck. I could feel I was getting very wet and I took his hand and moved it towards my.