Now that suited me just fine, especially if Ben turned up. One of the memories that I had of Ben was when we were 15 years old. We were both in the sa...e tennis team. One very hot and humid Saturday afternoon, after we had finished our competition game, we decided to go to the beach. Ben and I had this very special place where because of the rocky nature, not a lot of people went there. But for us, the area was perfect. It was secluded, virtually deserted and there was enough sand to just lay. My fingers were working overtime on my pussy. He then pulled almost all the way out, and slid his entire length in me, staying there for a couple of seconds, letting me get used to his whole cock in my ass. I started begging him fuck me, fuck my ass, please. He then started to fuck my ass like it was a pussy, pistoning in and out of my ass. I loved it, it was one of the greatest feelings I had ever had. He kept up a nice hard pace for a couple of minutes, and announced that he was cumming. He. Spittle dripped from his mouth."Did Sparks do it?" Beall asked quietly as Brookes seemed to be lost in thought, the poker quivered in his right hand. "Did he cut them with that big knife?" No, no, he wasn't there, not then. She told me, told me about the boy. I grabbed her hair, saw the truth in her eyes and something happened, and she was dead. Blood spraying everywhere. So I had to kill them. I stuck the knife in Lem, but he fought me, so I had to, well, and then he fell, spurting blood, got. I could tell she was getting drunk as she was talking more and began getting touchy-feally by occasionally putting her hand on my knee as she would laugh. Of course I did not mind at all… I was in the moment. The lights in the bar came on and I thought damn, my night is over and she will be gone. I asked her if she had a ride home and that she shouldn't drive. She said no and that she was going to get a cab to a hotel nearby. She asked the same about me and I said I was getting a cab too as I.