“I don’t think you’re going to be able to help yourself!”I ground my cock into her, until I achieved my purpose and she hummed her way through...an orgasm. I swear I could feel her pussy chewing at my cock, squeezing out every last drop of semen. After that, she was happy to roll off me and lay beside me on the bed.“I want to wake up every morning and fuck you,” she said, two fingers holding her pussy lips closed so as to minimise leakage.“Well, and so would I,” I said, “but you are still too. “I want to get you in trouble and then I want to keep you there. Tell me, how many guys have you danced with tonight?”Her response took a little awhile; apparently, she was having fun. But this didn’t concern me; if I were to have her it wouldn’t be on the dance floor. Instead, we play the waiting game until she’s alone, has exhausted all the temptations of the club and is lying on the bed of her lonely flat. “Only a couple. No one who excited me. God, I remember that night like it was. My nipples stiffened under the gentle probing of his fingers. I scooted backwards to feel his erection against my shorts. It felt so good that I shamelessly moved my bottom from side to side so that I could really enjoy the feel of it. I felt my tee shirt being lifted and I raised my arms so that Mr. White could pull it over my head. As soon as it was off his hands were on my bare breasts. My nipples seemed to be straining to get to his fingers even before his fingers had found them. He played. No one will be leaving here, until the last possible minute to go to our wedding.’ ‘Mister Luck, it might be a good idea for you to contact all the women going on this trip, find out what birth control pills they are on, and store up a lifetime supply. I’ve already talked to my mom about it, and she said no. She wants you to find out what I’m really like.’ ‘Zoie, you didn’t need birth control pills, you needed sex, and tons of it.’ She started crying again, and through her tears she complained,.