But this weekend I didn't. I sat around in my dress, pretty muchat loose ends, until I thought of looking at a book. My room was full ofbooks about ...ars and woodworking and sports, but off in a dusty cornerthere were some girls' books my folks had gotten for me years before. Inever read those. In fact, I had torn a couple of them up in a fit oftemper, and they had punished me for being destructive; but after that theyhad given up on me and let me read what I wanted. They still wouldn't. “Fuck…your pussy makes me want to cum deep inside it,” I finally said, breaking the lack of words spoken between us other than the moans that were still spewing out of her mouth as I fucked her hard and deep. “Then do it.” That was music to my ears. I gripped her hips even tighter as I dug in deep, concentrating on that looming orgasm only so I could fill her sweet pussy full of my nectar. I didn’t know if she was protected or not, but, at the moment, I didn’t give a shit. I was doing what I. Her brown nipples were so hard and stiff. I bent my head close and took one between my lips, sucked and rolled her nipples while biting with my teeth gently. She sucked in her breath as my right hand started caressing her pussy, rubbing her stiff clit between my fingers. As I took a breath I whispered OMG Meg you’re so beautiful and groaned as I took her other nipples on my mouth. Her body was responding, moving, writhing, and she was groaning and moaning along with me. There we were on the. I was on the war path.Almost one year later that I got a phone call."Mr. Hammer?" the female voice asked."I'm Tommy 'The Hammer' Migdol, not Mr. Hammer. What the hell do you want?" I'm sorry sir, but I was asked to give you a message." She replied with a soft Spanish accent.Before she was able to continue I yelled, "I'm a very busy man. What makes you think I'm interested in your stupid message anyway?" It's about your wife and daughter."That slowed me down a little. But I was right back on the.