I removed my hand only long enough to get my tshirt off, then it was right back inside, deep, steady thrusts of my fingers, hitting her sweet spot on ...very other stroke. Moaning openly now and fucking herself back, I couldn’t wait to get inside her. She loved being filled up and when she was getting close, I delivered one last lingering stroke before withdrawing my hand and un-buttoning my jeans. I stopped for the minute, and just looked. There was my girl, pale skin standing out against black. They’re what, fifteen, sixteen? What makes you think that either one of them hasn’t seen or done something like that? Were you a virgin at that age?” He smiled, knowing the answer. They had been childhood sweethearts, and he had popped her cherry, with her enthusiastic cooperation, the summer after they turned fourteen.Ronnie was smiling as she said, “You son of a bitch! Maybe I ought to find out just how innocent Harry Junior is, see if he’s got the same kind of equipment Sue used to brag. When an artist loves, he loves so deeply and profoundly. They can touch you or just look at you in such a way that is so distinctively their own that you catch fire from the spark of need they create within you. You are floating among the stars, so close that you can almost reach out and touch them. The way you look even changes. You are beyond whatever you were before they claimed you. But, sometimes an empty coldness sweeps through that is so bitingly bitter that to curl in on yourself,. Lets say with two or three of them. I'll film it myself and then you can take it home you can decide which of these you want to send him. I think a little movie of you being gang-banged would really put him in his place for wanting you to go out and get laid. How's that sound?"I asked, "You'll do that for me? I mean you'll help me make a video like that? Sure I love the idea. This way he will know I am not kidding around trying to just put on a show for him. He will see I am not playing any.