The truth.”“David, I forbid it,” she said.“Really?” I asked, “and how are you going to enforce that? Ground me? Stop my pocket money? Take...away my mobile phone? Lady my mother tried that, it didn’t work for her either.”I stood up and started for the door.“If you step outside that door, you’re off this production,” she said.I turned to face her, looked at her and shrugged. Then Charlie stood up.“If David’s off then I am too,” she said.I walked out of the door and down the stairs to the front. My hard dick rests in between her cheeks, rubbing against them. “You know I don’t like you watching while I’m getting ready,” she says testily as she applies her eye liner. I always wake up horny, and today I’m especially horny. I rock back, then forward again, rubbing my dick against her. It feels ultra-sensitive, the slightest pressure making me weak in the knees. I want nothing more than to rip off those skimpy panties and sniff them as I bury my dick between her cheeks and squirt all over. I had been a dozen or so by this point and was just expecting a quick BJ in my car before going home! At this point I had never fucked a hooker, just gotten head, so when this blonde slightly chubby prostitute offered to blow me and fuck me for the price of a BJ I jumped at it! It was mid-afternoon when I picked her up and it was summer, so she took me to a wooded area and we ventured in. She was wearing a short white mini skirt, no panties (she had flashed me as I drove by her!), white tube. There was a robbery attempt at a liquor store in Oakland, and some people walked in the store, right into the middle of it. They'd kicked serious ass, in Howard's opinion, a redheaded girl in her late teens or early twenties clobbered one of them with what looked to be a soda bottle. The guy with her seriously fucked up the other robber while he stood there in shock. But what took the fucking cake was that the guy who broke up the robbery looked just like Howard Short.That led to a media.