‘Maybe, assuming she is willing.’ Shrug at that. ‘So long as you don’t want me prancing around in a thong.’ Three nods then grins. ‘Now th...t you say that it has a certain appeal.’ ‘No.’ Their grins got bigger. ‘Ah come on.’ ‘No, ask again and I will leave.’ Four frowns, but they all shrug, makes me wonder who the hand is. ‘What about a skirt?’ This from the hand and I can’t help the shiver, I was wearing a skirt on that night. ‘No skirt, I will wear pants.’ The geek turns to the hand. ‘Paul go. "Oh, Christ, Tony..." she started to say, gulping air into her lungs. "I'm gonna! I'm gonna!"She did squirt. He pulled his hand away and shoved his face directly in front of her cunt and caught the second line of her juice as it spewed forth, right into his opened mouth.He thought it was as if she were pissing into his mouth. But somehow he knew this wasn't her urine, but her love-juice and he happily swallowed as much of it as he could, savoring every drop.When Lucille finished, he kissed her.. During the sleeping game Nathan and I would go into his bed under the covers and see who could fall asleep the fastest. He would always hold me while we slept, to me it was brotherly, and until one day he took it a little too far and scared the crap out of me. We were both lying in his bed, his hands werent were they usually were slung over my hips. I could feel his hands working them slowly up and down my back. I didnt like the feeling of this and I asked him to stop. He didnt say anything.. *****This was the first novel written by Miss Irene Clearmont. It set the scene for quite a few other short stories and novels. Miss Clearmont has now started writing again after a gap of several years. She has turned her hand to many different styles of writing but, one thing is constant. In her writing women are always the superior sex, they make their female and male victims grovel and serve, they are always in control. Miss Clearmont decided to clean up the text, chapter headings and some.