It was in there and wanted to come out and say hello.Back to 4th grade. I know for years I would encounter run on sentences. I wrote as I spoke. Try t... get me to stop. But I somehow learned from one particular teacher. She would suggest that when I was writing, to pretend I was talking. Take a breath. Anywhere you take a breath put in a comma. I still sometimes wonder if I use the semicolon correctly; such as here?I became a drawing fiend in my class this year. I would draw top down views of. She smiled and used the glass of water to take care of the aspirin and her teeth. I told her to get up in the bed. She said she would stay on the couch. I grabbed her hands. "Karen, I have a big bed up there. There is plenty of room for two people. I promise not to do anything. I will wear shorts to bed and we can sleep on opposite sides or I can hold you ... whatever you want. I am here for you. She broke down in tears and hugged me for two minutes while she built up her courage and climbed in. As she licked it, and made it slippery, all I could think of was what she was going to do to my cock in a little while ... GOD I was horny, and my cock was dripping all over my lap and her torso. I took as much of my personal lubrication as I could and rubbed it on her lips. Well, that only served to make her even crazier. I was feeling pretty good about my "maleness" by now as you can imagine. I took the plug from her and told her it'd better be pretty slippery because it was about to put it. Monique rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her again this time sitting her bare arse directly on the back of her Mother’s head as she secured both hands together tying them tightly with both laces. Once finished she pulled her Mother up again by the hair, she’d been crying again, sat her up against the bed, sat down and wheeled the chair back so that Sharon was forced into exactly the same predicament she’d been in moments ago, this time with no hope of freeing her hands to scratch or.