“Fuck me! Please. Fuck me anyway you want. Please, I’m so sorry for this.” “What are you? If you want this, you will tell me what you are.”... “I’m…I’m a whore,” she said quietly. The gravity of the situation had finally set in on her. “Good. Get on your back.” She lay back on my bed, and a pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them and without warning, shoved eight, rock hard inches of cock into her, causing her to moan half in delight and half in shock. I ran my hands down her legs, and. ‘It wasn’t very lady–like and it certainly wasn’t very Christian. That’s what I meant about having a list of people I’m pissed at.’ ‘Ah, excuse me,’ Howard asked, ‘but I think most of the people on that list sounded like men. You wouldn’t happen to be a man–hater would you? You know, like one of those women libbers?’ With a genuine laugh that time, Gail admitted, ‘No, it’s probably because I like men too much. Maybe I’m just looking for a substitute father. Mine didn’t stick around very long.’. I knew right then he was only thinking of sex or rather His dick. I told him how women understand woman and how soft women are and how comfortable it is to be with a woman. He was upset with me his face had a huge question mark on it. He asked me if I ever desire a man then he corrected himself a BIG COCK inside me. I told him i had to be honest, I told him sometimes. You should of seen the smile on his face. He just knew that meant I could end up on HIS Dick. I asked him why are you. When it stopped moving, the computer beeped and Bob zoomed in until he could see the distinctly colored ball.He glanced in the corner of the screen and muttered the numbers he saw there into the microphone of his headset. "Got it," came a disembodied voice in his ear. Maybe thirty seconds later a pair of shoes appeared on each side of the president's ball, protecting it from foreign governments, assassins, or other ne'er-do-wells.Bob zoomed back out. The other two players hit, one after the.