"How could you do something so stupid?"She shook me by the arm as she dragged me past my bedroom down the longhallway to hers. "Have you always been ...ike this? Have you been doingqueer things behind my back, in my house?"As we entered her room, I twisted free of her grip. "You're hurtingme!" I complained. She glared at me a moment, then I went on. "Do youthink I wanted this? Why would I ever want this?" For all I know, you're one of those closet sissies like they have ontalk shows. This is my first venture into erotic fiction. Lately, as I have gotten older, I have begun to spend some time reading the genre. Frankly I think that it is a healthy exercise. I am not sure that I understand why the word pedophile has so many meanings to so many people. A much younger Jimmy Carter once said in a Playboy Forum piece something to the effect that although he had not ever had an illicit affair, he had lusted in his heart after other women and so by his belief, in God's eye he was. "Do it Santa! Do it!" she cried back at me, and thrusting her little hips to meet mine."Fill me with your big sackfull! Fill me up! I want it! I want it so much!" she then moaned.I continued to fuck as fast and as hard as i could, determined to give her just what she wanted for Christmas, and as i did, i felt my excitement grow even faster, and my balls begin to tighten again."Oh fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes!" i cried pounding into her sweet little wet pussy."Yes! Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it!. Speaking of which, he knew he needed water. He was clearly dehydrated enough to be in danger. He'd hate to see the color of his pee, but he knew he didn't have enough fluid in him to be able to. Besides, he could smell that he'd already voided everything in him.As he rolled over to the edge of the bed, the dried remnants of his illness crackled as it peeled from his skin. There were no words to describe the ickiness of the situation, but he had more important things to consider than.