My night terrors were getting worse rather than better, and I had just enough sense left to know that if I had a woman sharing my bed, the odds were t...at I'd stab her in my delirium with the dagger that I kept under my pillow every night.The idea of sleeping without my dagger to protect me from the ghostly Caestorian scout was inconceivable; I chose to sleep alone instead.When spring came, I forced myself to cut down the drinking a little bit so that I could start the plowing of the farm. You're not able to take it in all the way.We all love the way you look with your lips around my swollen cock. She joins you as you both lick and kiss up and down my shaft & balls. I stop you because you're on the verge of making me blow my load. I pull you up and lift you - my GF gives you a deep, sensual kiss and you both share my pre-cum back and forth.You've got your legs wrapped around me and my cock is pushed next to your pussy. We carry you to the vanity in the bathroom and sit you up. Lucky shoved forward and the tip of his angry red cock bumped her maidenhead. She didn't know how much this was going to hurt. She had heard stories from some of the boys who hung out at Arena Zone. She didn't know if any of them had ever seen a vagina though much less had a virgin. She didn't know if she was going to be a bleeder. She hoped not. The world went red with pain. Kelly's eyes watered up. She was going to be a bleeder. Unlike many girls, Kelly had never played with her self. She. I take her hand as we sip our drinks–a sweet wine cooler for Lola, a dry white for me–both in elegant champagne glasses.If Lola looks like she is sobering up, I spike her wine cooler with another drop of Royphenol. By Lola’s bedtime, 9 or 9:30 at night, she is like putty in my hands — usually completely compliant, half awake, tipsy–my own little sugary glazed donut, eager to please the talent scout, so desperate to be on the next American Idol or whatever fluff show i’ve dangled in front of.