“Think like a guy now, and I want it hard.”I closed my eyes and remembered the time with a couple of my friends where we play-acted raping me. I g...asped her hips tightly and pulled almost completely out before ramming it in deep again. She gasped in pleasure.“A***e me, I’m a bad woman.” She pleaded.“You’re going to beg me to stop.” I whispered.I starting pounding away at her pussy, long deep thrusts, and was surprised when I started to get a pleasurable sensation every time I slammed into. Let's re-do that. It should be the mysterious new art teacher, who's obviously a bad boy with a hidden past, rides into town on his motorcycle and starts secretly fucking the beautiful principal. She ends up pregnant and helps him to get over the secret tortures and terrifying dreams of the past he's trying to escape.It doesn't matter which version you prefer, they're both bullshit because I have no intention of ever touching another woman for as long as I live. Been there, done that, got the. I kneeled down next to the bed holding my father's right hand while my younger sister Jenny who was 17 held his left hand " both of you listen to me " he said as we looked up to him " I know I didn't grant you as much freedom you deserved but it was for your own safety and I'm sorry about that " he said with tears in his eyes " it's okay father you raised us well " we both said when he turned to me " my son when I die you will be the next king you must act wisely but honest go out into the. In the end my late father offered to pay the air fare for Sarah, son Rick, daughter Christina and myself as there was no way we could ever save enough to fly over and that way my k**s could meet my side of the family plus meet their only living grand parent Grandma May Brent. The merchant bank near Moorgate in the city of London helped get Sarah a new passport and visas for hervand the c***dren and my amaerican passport was good till the end of 1981 so on May 19 we boarded the British Airways.