“You’re here. Thought you might wimp out on me!” “As pitiful as this will be,” she sneered, “I never wimp out on anything!” “Then st...nd in the centre of the room,” he said, leaning back on an armchair. She walked towards him slowly and he watched her with an amused grin. “Turn around.” He twirled a finger casually in the air. She hesitated, and then turned slowly on her heels and stood with her hands on her hips with her back to him. “Your right,” he drawled, “it will be pitiful. Listening. I have NEVER cum that hard. FUCK."She looks back at me, smiles, and slides down off of the sofa to kneel in front of me."You better be fucking hard" she says as she immediately starts unbuckling my belt and opening my pants."Oh yeah, you have no idea, that was fucking hot" I say, happily anticipating my reward."Good..." she says, still breathing heavily, pulling my pants and boxers down in one swoop, grabbing my rock hard cock and strokes it a couple times "..because you're not getting blown". Id tuck my penis between my legs and pretend I was a girl as I danced in front of the mirror singing into my hair brush ( WEVE ONLY JUST BEGUN) I truly was a dancing queen. I lost my virginity to that brushAt a young age I had many imaginary friends, the family doctor diagnosed them as my schizophrenic persona’s. it would often feel like we were singing the chorus together(So many roads to choose....)( And yet we’ve just begun) I was a alter boy after many months of dedication, finally being. ”“Don’t worry about that,” Eric said. “I’m packing up the family and getting the hell out of Dodge.”“Good thinking,” Dexter said. “Interested in coming to Nevada?”“I hadn’t given it a thought,” Eric said.“I’m in Nevada. I can get you a room here in the hotel,” Dexter said.“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I kinda wanna keep my distance from you, until that madman is captured,” Eric said.“I don’t blame you a bit,” Dexter said. In fact, he would stay away from himself, if he could manage.