As he felt his cum building up, he shoved himself to the hilt. His big balls covering Charlotte's nose and eyes. He leaned hard into her, making sure ...very last millimeter was in her. He reached forward with his right hand and slapped her young pussy as hard as he could. Her screams came out as a muffled mumble, and she began to kick and fight. John and Randy held her legs firm though. Jamal was pumping a big load straight down her throat. After 15 seconds of cumming, he slapped her pussy again. She saw Kent wasstill asleep. She slid her had onto to his stomach and rubbed himgently moving slowly towards his chest. As she flicked his nipple withher finger he opened his eyes and smiled."Come her gorgeous," he whispered.Sarah moved up beside him and they kissed. Long and deep. Slowly.Noiselessly. She continued to massage his chest playing with hisnipple. His hand slid down her dress on to her leg. He caressed herknee and then slid under her dress. She put out her hand and held. There were several of them for her since she didn't come by very often to pick them up. He flipped through the stack pulling out the envelops intended for her."Here you go," Dave said.Raven looked at the three envelopes knowing that each one contained a check for a little over six hundred dollars. Somehow, she had to run by the bank and deposit them. Once again she wished for a car, but she didn't have the money to afford one that would last a long time.Raven said, "Andrew wanted me to come. Lisa had been quite successful over the years. She was the author of the bestselling romance series, "Bodice, She Ripped." She was the author, all right, but where did the ideas, the plots, the passionate gasps of the heroines come from? Where else? From my keys striking the the damn paper, that's where. No, not as the culmination of a chain of events initiated in her mind and sent as nerve impulses to her fingertips. From the inspirations and dreams I sent her while she slept. From notions I.