It occurs to me that Tom might be a bonafide ‘Dexter Morgan’ psychopath, and that I might be playing a very dangerous game right now. I just hope ...e wants to lose his virginity more than his murder cherry.“Tom,” I whisper, my voice dripping with need, “fuck me.”TOMI never knew this about myself. I never knew there was a cold-blooded animal living beneath the guise of nervous adolescence. But here he was, keeping my knife steady, calming my nerves and filling me with singular focus. I could do. From them both.Her hips bucked slightly, as she slid herself from his lap onto the carpet below, replacing his immediate vision with that of his despondent monitor. He found himself faced with the minimized game and his own image staring back at him once more.'...I'M NOT taking another L, I REFUSE!'He looked away from his defeated self.'I- Ohnono-'His attention quickly diverted to the sight below.Her tongue slid purposefully along the underside of his thick, slightly aching member. Her hands. She had a lusty little smile, and her blues eyes were partly closed as if she were already experiencing her first waves of sexual pleasure. She knew that I wanted her ass, and moved toward me with an eagerness that conveyed her desire and approval. Meeting in the center of the living room, Carol held up a bottle of lubricant for my inspection. That was one of the objects she had extracted from her hand bag. It was a not so subtle message. She wanted to be fucked in the ass and wanted me to know. .. and that wasn't much. You said it was 'nice' or something like that. But it doesn't matter. Tell me about Dad." Why not, I guess, right?" I asked rhetorically. "Well, just like she said in the show. He has a very nice one." That's what you said about Jason, Mom! I want to know more!" Oh, fine ... you little scamp! All right. It's ... well ... it's really ... I want to say 'nice' but you don't want to hear that. But it is, really nice. Let's see. I would call it big..." How big, Mom?" Honey,.