I loved the stories… lived them. It was as a teenager, all gawky and braces, I discovered something new to live. A trashy detective novel. Especial...y trashy were pages 129 to 132 (and a quarter). The Widow Mulcahy had asked Private Detective Sam Starling to find her husbands killer and, just when he was close to cracking the case, she called around to his offices all lonely and distraught. Soon they were having steamy sex on his office desk. Her breasts were heaving, his manhood was rampant,. You force it forward as soon as I’ve removed it, pulling me in after you. You grab me and force me up against the wall roughly kiss me, your frustration is coming through quite clearly. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths; I can still taste the strawberry ice-cream. You let out a soft growl as you remove my jacket and turn me around. Pushing me up against the wall, you kiss my neck and shoulders from behind and feel my slender, toned body with your hands. You place my hands flat against the. ." She interrupted him with a calm but assertive, "NO! “she said shaking her head like she was teaching a puppy to do it on the paper or outside, " ...no you won't cum Vic. Breath... relax and calm down." She climbed down from him before his cock was able to spunk and led him back into the shallows. She sat him on the stairs to the pool with the water above his mid-section and then seated herself next to him as his hard-on began to calm down. She took his cock in her hands and cupped his balls.. ‘Back to your place, Wayne or wherever?’ ‘My place,’ he snapped. We drove in silence for some time until we reached the outskirts of Amagansett. Suddenly Wayne seemed to perk up a bit. ‘I’m sorry if I was cranky, Raymond (again with the ‘Raymond’ crap), but I feel better now. That Mason is such a douchebag and a party-pooper.’ ‘It’s okay, Wayne. I get it.’ ‘If you only could…You must be so stiff and sore from sitting in the car all night.’ He leaned in from the back seat, put his hands on my.