Of course there were no more. He had this one strand of evidence to verify her existence. He sighed and thought, “Oh well, she’s probably some sta...d old spinster if her father was anything to go by.” Returning to his bedside, he splashed on a little cologne, taking care not to spill any. The liquid had the paradoxical quality of burning and cooling his face at the same time. Its scent was strong and heavy, cheap, in a word. He would have to get something subtler he decided, citrus scented. “Now you’re on the board! But remember, each one has to be harder than the last one!”Really? Well, these are her rules, not mine. I’m just carrying out the sentence. SLAP!And then SLAP! SLAP!“Look, fucker,” she said with a slight quiver in her voice. “You can switch cheeks, you know! That’s four.”“Sorry,” I said. I mean, duh! Don’t just pound the one side. There’s lots of real estate back here! Lovely and soft real estate. But even in the dim light, I could see her left butt cheek reddening. I. I don't really think you'll be a dud, but if you do turn out to be one, I'll be able to find a new guy, as quickly as I need to. We girls aren't, as a rule, quite so hair-triggered as guys are. Sure, we like our sex, sometimes. Sometimes we love our sex. But we're usually not quite so desperate for it. We can postpone gratification." Yeah, and guys, like you said, are easy. --You could probably even phone your old boyfriend, tell him you've changed your mind, and he'd come running." Maybe. But. The cycles of taking me almost up to my balls into her mouth and then out to the very tip was having a rapid and deep affect. I could tell that I would not be able to resist for long before erupting into her mouth, and I tried to pull from her. She wouldn't allow me to pull from the engulfing ecstasy of her lips and tongue, my dick literally probing her throat with each inward motion. One of her hands was grasping the base of my dick, sometimes sliding down to cup my balls, and the other was.