Is that good, slut? Now go on, I know what you want. Ram that whole fucking fistful of sentences deep in that fucking inbox. Hear it squelch. Is that ...ood, whore? Go on, ram it in and out like a message-starved box-slut.Now taste it. Is that good, bitch? Like the taste of all your wet stinking fuck-words?==========Subject Line: JUST FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!VioletVixen: Holy fuck, Grusha!You are so fucking filthy. You make me squeal anaphoras like a nasty little syntax pig. You. “What does it look like, Delia?” smiled Angela. “We took advantage of your kind invitation and came to visit your home site.” “And very nice it is too!” agreed Selena, putting a comforting arm around Angela’s sharp angular shoulders. “A very pious tribute. I just love the music.” “That’s not the point,” Delia struggled to say. “It’s not that you’ve visited my site. And, yes, when I gave Angela my address, I was quite happy for her to visit. And you too, Selena. It’s what you’re doing here.. Their biggest complaint was that they weren't allowed to drive."You know Valerie Montworth?" he said, amazed."Yes. She and I lost our virginity together on a double date. It was at a drive in theater, in the back of a pickup truck. We were lying side by side at the time. You should remember her. She came over to the house ten or fifteen times for study sessions."Bob sat, his jaw sagging. She sounded so matter of fact about it. He thought back to the friends his sister had brought home. There. I found the menu and started calling out entrees.“Why don’t we skip dinner and go to dessert?” he said as his hands slid over my breasts and untied my bikini. I wasn’t about to let a man take control, I was always on top. Working in the trucking industry for seven years, I’d developed pretty good muscle in my arms. As my bikini top fell to the floor, I spun the chair around and pushed him on the bed. I climbed on top of him and began kissing him. I could feel his erection through his swim.