And women can never really talk dirty, so the bitch would mumblesome self conscious shit about "touch me" or "take me" or somecrap like that.That's cl...se, oh man PJ - this girl has talent, we'd always say,the laughter barely held back. We can help you get there. Youlove being on your knees don't you? Silence. Come on, girlanswer me.Uh, um, yes.Yes what?Yes, I love being on my knees.Good, another one of us would say, you love being naked for usdon't you?Oh yeah. I love being naked for you. And I slept on unaware and distancedfrom the sensuality being forced upon me. I was lost in youand when you had fully entered that pretty shaft and beganyour rhythmic penetrations, it was me moving inside meengulfing me in my own, warm, wetness! And I breathed, deeplyand heavily with you, and felt our seed gathering in ourloins, and the growing heat intensifying in our body asour orgasm reached its shattering climax! I felt immenselystrong during those final spurting moments and I felt inawe of. It was then she told me. As usual, she had been on the internet, looking up new things to try, when she came across a site that had naughty stories on it—not the usual written words but more like talking books, audio stories. She had listened to a few when the idea struck her, an interactive story.Still a bit clueless, I was eager to give it a try. She had listened to a story told by a man, a man with a very sexy voice, I may add. Mary told me that she would have to tie me to her bed and put a. Bridget took a deep breath and exited the bathroom, heading for the front parking lot feeling confident in her decision and her looks!Mike's car awaited Bridget. She stepped in with a smile, already feeling Mike's stares on her open buttons. Bridget nodded her head, indicating she was ready to party and Mike nailed the accelerator.Bridget squirmed in her seat, feeling excited about the evening, however, that feeling was tempered by visions of her mother scolding her the next day. At this moment.