.” What if I bred her?I thrust faster, ramming into her silky pussy.“I’m on the pill,” she moaned.“Good,” I groaned as a tiny swirl of dis...ppointment washed through me.I plowed her hard, my pale hands sliding up and down her brown flesh. Her butt-cheeks rippled with the hard impacts. I drove my cock in and out of her cunt. I churned her up. I reveled in the heat of her. It sent heady rushes through me. I felt dizzy from the bliss. From the power surging through me. I groaned, pounding her hard. I just remember moaning your name and letting out soft screams, moaning ‘Oh Chris yes, Oh God yes more. Please more.’ I just wanted you so much. I felt your body moving all over me and then I saw your eyes looking into me and then I felt it. You had slid your cock into me. I arched my back and let out a soft deep moan, I put my hands on your back to try and hold you. I could feel you starting to stroke in and out of my tight virgin pussy and I just wanted you to go a little faster I wanted to. "Got the 2nd one," yelled one assistant breathlessly, "It's Mount Rushmore!" Ohmygod!" mis-grasped the president, "Did they take down Mount Rushmore?" No sir," corrected another assistant, "That was the second monument to which they gave us co-ordinates... ah, here it is," he continued, "They took down New Hampshire's famous Old Man of the Mountain. It's a natural rock formation that was put on their state quarters." Damn!" hissed the president. "That was a republican state, too!" Sir, no one. The wooden seats are old, splintered, and I feel the sharp edges pressing into the pale flesh of my thighs as I settle myself. Behind me is an eternal stretch of darkness. The edges of my dream are torn; a mass of swirling tendrils that reach out of the darkest recesses of my mind. My hidden needs, my greatest desires and my lustful cravings. These are the dreams that I do not share; my dreams of you. My midnight dreams. It’s spring, so the air is warm and tinged with the humid scent of.