" Well, maybe your mom will let you borrow the mini-van. At least it has an automatic so you won't have to worry about burning out the clutch," Tami s...ggested."I am NOT that bad on a clutch. Dad was just joking." I really wasn't. I don't like the things, but I can use them. "And I'll get a car." What? A VW bug older than my dad?" Robbie asked."Or something." I'd been saving for a car since I was eleven. Most of the money I'd made mowing lawns or, since moving to Washington, shoveling snow,. We will see."Start chapter IIStory now shifts into first person. It's a self report on the man headedfor "the other side"My counselor asked me to write this out, so I will. It's my life story,and I need it as a requirement for a new mental health program. So hereit goes...I was born an average male, named, Andrew Zoey and I'm 27 years old. Iplayed baseball and ran track in school. I was a straight C student. Ihad planned to go work for my father after high school, but then thedisaster happened.. Still I drive her on to the climax, each thrust of my fingers drives her closer but there is still no end in sight, the closer I push her the farther away release seems. She pleads with me to let her cum. But not yet, she has not felt the ultimate frustration yet. With her free arm she tries to take charge but regrets it as I pull out and move her intruding arm back up under the pillows. Pinned down her body and mind are in turmoil desperate for release but denied stimulation. She stops trying. They were both rubbing their cocks to the masturbating girl in the middle of the park. Tami still had her eyes closed, and was unaware when the two men showed up. Her pants were dropped to her ankles, and her underwear stretched around her knees. Her bum was lifted from the bench, and she had three fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. Tami was close to a climax, when a voice called out to her. "Ooh baby, you are such a sexy whore," James laughed, reaching a hand out to touch her exposed.