“Ohhhh.” An even longer string followed it. She gave my shaft three quick pumps with her fist and a huge rope sprayed onto chin. Then one splatter...d across her left cheek. “Ungh,” I groaned, my life passing before my eyes. I had never come that hard.Or that much. “Ooooh, yeah, Peter, soak me with it,” Mom cooed as she leaned her head back and my geysering tool d****d three thick lines of semen from her chin to her hair and onto the sheet past her head. “Jesus Christ, you really do come in. It was something I had imagined doing all senior year. Saturday night we had unusual weather. The temperature had dipped down to 28 degrees and it was snowing. When I rang Becky's doorbell, I was shivering. Was it from anticipation or the cold? Becky opened the door flashing her dazzling smile punctuated by a pair of killer dimples. She was dressed nicely with a lavender button-down blouse and jeans. She wore no shoes but had little pink bows on either side of her head holding two tiny blond. The patrons there treated me more like a woman should be treated with a little more respect, and I began to see the benefits to be had if I just got rid of my old prejudices and habits. I had begun to dress better, not just for my job but when I went out in the evenings too. I was frequenting a better class of dance halls where the people treated me with a little more respect that I had a hard time adjusting to, but adjust I did, although it was to be some time before I realized that. Of course. " I nod once again my eyes close, thinking about everything Chandler has just told me. I wouldn't be able to live a normal life with him out of jail. I couldn't put him back in jail without him hurting me. I couldn't risk any harm to my brother and friends. It was hopeless, as much as I wanted to have some sense of hope for my future. "One last thing," he says softly and I feel his breath hover over my lips and I hold my breath as his lips come crashing down on mine with brutal force. He kisses.