”“Have you been writing poetry for a long while?”“It’s the only poem I have ever written.”When she peremptorily quoted: “Are the peaks I...seek as worthy ... As those holding G. H. Mallory?” Malcolm’s face turned red.“By peaks, I was referring to your superior intelligence Ms. Speaks.”It was her turn to blush. Either this young man is very quick, quite sincere, or both. Whatever, I have to put a STOP to this. “I apologize for misreading the intent of your words Malcolm. But it’s not appropriate. The man's grunting became more pronounced, and about fifteen seconds later I was rewarded: the guy's dick spasmed as I kept moving up and down, shooting a pretty big load cum into my mouth. It was slightly saltier than mine, but overall the taste was very similar. I still held the dick with my right hand, and released it as I became conscious of what a ridiculous thing I'd just done! I licked a spot of cum from the corner of my mouth and noticed that the girl was lying on the floor with her. ?Aitch and Em? hesaid, ?how nice, they?re one of my favourite shops.?He withdrew thecontents and squealed with delight holding the dress against his body.?I hope it fits,? I said. ?I?m afraid I?ve lost the receipt so you won?tbe able to change it if it doesn?t? I wasn?t about to tell him where ithad really come from. The other dress and blouse I?d left at home;presents for another day.He promptly disappeared into his bed room and five minutes laterreappeared wearing it. ?It?s a perfect fit, how. ..to fuck her until she screamed and begged me to stop and with a feral growl I obeyed her tearful request and began fucking her with the zeal of a teenaged boy.Breanna lay helpless beneath me, moaning with pleasure between little fish-like gasps for air -- her eyes a mixture of desire and love and maybe a little fear as if wondering what ravenous b**st she might have awakened in me. Our bodies slapped wetly together with each thrust of my cock and I struggled to keep going and not to cum,.