Talk radio, mostly. 'Got all the assholes -- right wing, left wing -- you name it. Assholes talkin' and mostly assholes listenin', out there in Radiol...nd, too!" You understand, sir, that what I'm looking to do is to train to be a sportscaster. I'm not sure that what you're describing is..." Yessir, I do understand! I really do! I ain't sayin' you shouldn't go to school! But school's school and practical experience is a big help, too. Now, I got this little half-assed AM station in a place. But I meant you saved my life later, too. That's twice. Puts you one up on me." How'd I do that? I only sent you the one email." She looked puzzled. "I got busy with leaving the service and all." That email arrived when I had to decide if they were going to cut off my legs or not. I decided to give the hacksaw crew the okay. The other option was to let you visit a corpse, and I chose not to do that. So, I guess this is your fault." I said it light-heartedly, like the decision between a gruesome. I want to be free. I need to either get to the bedroom or touch myself. The lover’s noises suggest he will cum soon. I want to cum with him. It would be perfect to shoot my load at the same time as fills L’s vagina.“Cum for me, baby. Shoot your hot load deep inside me. I want to feel your seed,” L begs her lover.There is a long, low groan that can only mean the stud fulfils L’s demands. I hear their bodies collapse onto the bed. They are both panting. Their kisses are wet and breathless.“That. He said matter-of-factly. Im gonna give you a fuckin baby, so your gonna keep my cum in you tonight. B-but Brandon, I began, I have school tomorrow. So? Well get you a nice hot shower in the morning. I felt the sticky duct tape seal me closed. He flipped me on my back and straddled me, kissing my lips and neck gently. He looked down at me and smiled, brushing his dark brown hair from his glistening eyes. He wiped my tears. Its not that bad Kylie. Just cooperate and I wouldnt hurt you so bad..