I hadn’t had dreams like that about her in months. Oh sure, I dreamed about being together, but not about sex. Stephanie was right. I was happier.Ma...y wanted to visit me in the worst possible way. I could tell that on Thursday at lunch. She pulled me aside, looked around, then mashed her body into mine.“I need you, but I can’t come over tonight. Do you think you could come over after school tomorrow instead of playing chess?”“Well, Mom is supposed to pick me up at school, so I’d have to tell. What brings you out this way," Wilbur asked, as his cousin climbed out of his Model A Ford."The Doctor I work for has some work for you and Jeb if you're interested."When Jeb and Wilbur heard what that work was they were both scared stiff - but they needed money for food and whiskey - so they finally with great reluctance accepted the job.Midnight in the Graveyard.Trying to drive slowly holding the horse reins loosely they fearfully approached the graveyard gate. Jeb hopped down from the buggy. The purpose of the broom is not to clean your apartment. Instead, its purpose is to provide you with yet another way to torment your body for our mutual pleasure. Namely, after cutting its handle to the right length and trimming its bristles so that their ends form a sharp ridge, you are going to introduce that prickly ridge into the tender cleft between your labia and stand with the broom suspended between your crotch and the floor. You have taken care to cut the handle so that you will. "Welcome to the Cum Pit, henrietta. Take a look, hon, somedayyou will have to serve in there too. And you will, I promise,like it. You had better," Chantel glanced to the waitress,ordered wine and vodka. "Look well, hon."And slut did. From up here it was all so visible. From here, itwas clear why this place was called the Cum Pit.Down below, almost just under her, in the center of the room wasa recessed area. It was about six feet deep, with a stair steparound it two feet higher, so a girl.