With the phone hung up again, Mike stared at the letter some more. Why would Jenny have given them the money to send a troublemaker to her home town?B... fair, Mike thought. No one thought of Heather Sanford as a troublemaker until a month or so ago, when she'd revealed her true colors. When she first showed up in Spearfish Lake, she'd come like a gift from the heavens, bringing salvation. He hadn't had any idea she was a troublemaker when he'd written that story on her last summer.Jenny probably. Then we moved much further south into the Chelsea area just above Greenwich Village and we were surrounded by longshoremen and mass transportation workers raising their little broods with their only interest in cheap beer and the sports-line. We were sort of outsiders because my mom had no man domiciled in the apartment and she spoke with a high-class tone due to being raised in a convent by French sisters with very strict rules on grammar and etiquette. My sister and I spoke in the "lingua. So i slowly positioned the 6inch jet for takeoff and slowly rubbed it on her mound…..she said stop doing that and fuck me for Christ sakes…i slowly entered her….i think i tore her and there was a little blood on my dick…it was super tight….like putting your dick in a coke bottle tight….i worked on it for some time and finally hit the bottom…we fucked like crazy for 20 min and she came many times and i finally blew my load inside her…..my cum was oozing out of her pussy onto the bed. So we got. His eyes are glowing with lust. His breathing is shallow, and his lips are parted. I just have to tiptoe to reach his lips with mine. I want him so badly, I crave him, and I need him, like a drug. He pulls tighter on my hair making me groan loudly. It’s almost painful, but it feels so good too. “I was about to leave,” he whispers, “I wasn’t sure you would be the right girl for me.” My brow furrows, “What do you mean?” “I wasn’t sure you could handle me... until you said, ’I can always make you.