“Happy anniversary.” “It’s our anniversary?” I had a feeling she hadn’t remembered, so it didn’t shock me at all when she said this. �...Yeah. Semptember nineteenth. I didn’t buy you anything, so I’m sorry about that.” “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize it was today.” “Well, there’s one way you can make it up to me.” I reached in and touched my glossed lips to hers. She kissed me back gently, wrapped her arms around me and rubbing my back gently. We’d never gone farther than a small kiss on the. He wrote a poem. And it wasn't just any poem. It was a singularly bad poem. You'll never get to see it if I don't repeat it here. Not even Leno would use this stuff. But here it is, so you'll know why I laughed so loud that people came to see what was wrong.Chris, fair Chris, now hear me out,My heart is pining for ya.I am so blue, from needing you,The fairest Peach, in Georgia.Nothing means as much to me,As the bonny fair lass named ChrisI beg ye now, come make my day,And join me in wedded. "I'm a slut." I sobbed louder. "Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you?" I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. "Again." he ordered. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." He started laughing. " Keep saying it, slut." "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I repeated again and again. He picked up his pace as he buried his cock deep inside me, lodging his fingers all the way up my arse. Soon I felt his penis erupt and spill his semen in me. When he finished he got up off the table and wiped his cock in my. " His smile dropped a bit. "You know, what is your issue with me? I'm just a guy trying to get to know you better." She took a deep breath. "You're a fucking guy! All guys care about is getting their cocks wet and trying to control one girl that they 'love' while they're fucking 3 other girls on the side. I don't give a fuck if your intentions are good or not, all you guys have one thing in common. You all care about fucking girls, as many as you can, as much as you can. So stay the fuck away.