"But I..." "Shut up! I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses!" I said, "You know, I tried to be a nice guy and always treat you with respect. I tho...ght you deserved to be treated like a queen. But you chose instead to hang around with the 'bad boys' and never even gave me a chance. Well here you are now, thirty-seven years old and alone. Tell me, Denise, where is your bad boy now?" I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, as she sat there in slack-jawed surprise. She had. I looked over at the officer thru watering eyes. 'So Reggie, what am I to do with this report, and he pulled a paper out of his shirt pocket. 'you hit that k** pretty hard, I have to know what I should do. He turned the car off, and half turned towards me in the seat. I didn't see him do it, but his pants were open and his dick was standing at attention between his legs. It stood tall and reddish pink, and it quivered with his heartbeat. There was a knowing smile as he watched me. 'We. It was wonderful. He fingered my ass gently. Then James pulled his cock out of my pussy and gently began to insert it into my ass. It hurt a little and I made some sound that let him know it was a little uncomfortable, so James stopped part way and gently stroked in and out just the shallow distance he had been able to penetrate. He then withdrew and fucked my pussy again. Reaching up and hooking a hand over my shoulder for leverage. James also leaned forward and kissed and nibbled on the back. Her name was Amy Randouff, she stood about 5’'11"” tall, a perfect 38-25-26 build, blond hair, blue eyes and long legs and an ass you would die for. She spoke softly and was the kindest soul I have ever met. In class every time she walked by my desk my mind would envision bending her over and fucking her from behind. God she looked so fuckable. She lived in the same small town as I in Ohio and I delivered her Sunday paper. Once a month I would knock on her door and collect the money for the.