The slowness of the withdrawal is excruciating; millimetre by millimetre the liquid coated metal eases from his cock, each tiny movement causing his e...tire body to jerk uncontrollably until with one final delicate tug she pulls it free and his abused meat pulses in gay abandonment before her face.He begins to spurt. Thick ribbons of sticky white semen jetting from his fucked hole. Hanging in the air before splattering across Arabella's face, her neck, her tits. An involuntary, uncontrollable. He relapsed on coke and he blew off curfew. Robert missed his curfew and he dropped a level. It was that simple. It was my attitude that kept me on level two. I refused to be therapeutic. I took my meds, but I didn’t do the work. I talked to my therapist when I wanted to and I rarely spoke in group. I called the art therapist a ‘fucking loony.’ As for Diana, she didn’t say much in group. Mostly, she read the newspaper. Sometimes she read a book during art therapy. She liked Jay McInerney. The. I’d never experienced anything like it. I had to see your face. You rolled me over onto my back and kissed me like a real lover. You held your face close to mine, smiling that wickedly handsome smile with two fingers rubbing my clit furiously but methodically. I could not contain myself. You could tell and kept your gaze on me. The pressure inside was building again, my back arched, my insides clenched, I screamed, I was squirting again on to your hand and uncontrollable pleasure and orgasms. Sad thing was, as usual, it was her that broke it off with you, and you still had the hots for her.But who wouldn't? She was gorgeous. Back when you had dated, she had been cute, but she only got hotter year by year. And now, at 18, she was just incredible. Standing about 5'5", Megan had curves in all the right places. Her chest was a solid C cup, her waist slim but not too skinny. And she had incredible hips, flaring just pefectly down to one of the sweetest asses you'd ever laid eyes on. Her.