"Fuck me," she pleaded again. She spread her legs wide and Ron quickly positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. In one smooth movement he dro...e his cock fully inside her. "Oh my God," Pam called out as Ron's cock fully imbedded itself inside her.Ron paused and enjoyed the sight of her lying under him. She opened her eyes and looked up at him before saying, "Fuck me now." Ron pulled back and began to fuck her at a steady pace. As they fucked she moaned over and over and repeated, "Oh. She commented that it was the most delicious illusion she ever ate.The rest of their night was restful and uneventful, and they broke camp shortly before daybreak. "Look mom! There's the moon. But the crescent is pointing in the wrong direction!" What?" Yesterday the moon was a waxing crescent, but today it's pointing in the direction of a waning crescent."A'moth studied the sky for a moment. "You're right. And the stars look like the spring equinox position, maybe even a little passed. Forgive and forget." Oh, I forgave you last Monday. But I have a memory like an aardvark." An aardvark?" Elephants remember a long time. Aardvarks remember forever."Both girls gave me funny looks.I grinned. "But the good news is, we have an appointment with Mr. McCoy after school." When did you set that up?" Let's see, the bus got here about eight minutes ago. Kevin told me about practice about six minutes ago, some kind of teacher's meeting. So about four minutes ago, Tami and I went to the. He made his reputation on that one, he did. Even half-drunk as he was, Papa Hemingway managed to coax "For Whom the Bell Tolls" out of my full metal carriage. F. Scott, totally-drunk as he was, poured his tortured little soul into my keyboard, and out came "Tender is the Night" while Zelda sulked and pouted. And, in one frenzied afternoon, Ron Hubbard outdid himself and fed the sheets into my platen as fast as he could type... and produced that underrated tribute to my kind -- "Typewriter in.