He was fucking my pussy and I liked it, but did I really want to? I didn't know yet and sometimes it seemed like I did, but other times I wanted to ha...e nothing to do with it. Was it just me or did everyone feel like that sometimes? I didn't know and I was afraid to find out, and those were the only thoughts keeping me from enjoying completely what Steve and I were doing.He was fucking me, but I was just laying there and I know my brother wanted me to move with him. He wanted me to enjoy it and. I moaned. Then, he lead me to his car. "Goodbye, virginity," I thought. And stepped inside the passenger's seat. The man tapped his fingers against the wheel. "So, what's your name, cute ass?" "First of all, don't call me cute ass," I shot back, "And my name is Kate. What's yours?" "Maverick. Famous for big cock and eating little virgin pussy." We drove for a little while longer, when he pulled over. "I can't hold it anymore," he whispered. He pinned my down against my seat. His lips hit mine,. Lemon worked his way down the bar to me and tilted his head back to get my face into the proper zone of his new quadrifocal lenses. I knew they were new because I moonlight as the accountant for his optometrist."Well, good evenin' Mister Danmark." It was really him: his dentures faintly whistled the 's' in 'Mister.'That was somewhat of a relief. I wasn't sure what I'd have done if he had called me "Butch." He wants everyone to call him "Lemon," but he never addresses anyone else, even his wife,. "Are you okay buddy, sorryshe did that, don't worry your mom will be able to give you a ride againtomorrow." You," Cathy asked, "what's your name?" E-e-eaton," Eaton answered with a stutter."You are lucky I find that stutter cute E-eaton. Light my cigarette."Cathy put a cigarette in her mouth and handed Eaton her lighter. Thelighter was a custom one that used to have the initials R.K. on it, butnow with no one noticing had K.R. He lit it up and Cathy and Kim satdown. Kim still was a little.