I think I'm gonna pee!" Don't worry...fuck...it's just your orgasm, you won't pee. Let yourself explode! OH FUCK SHITSHIT" I'm ashamed I lasted only a...minute, but she was just so tight and I haven't had sex in years. My seed pumped out of my cock, spraying her walls with my cum, fertilising her egg. I wouldn't stop cumming, it just kept on squirting out. This was the best feeling of my life.Pure euphoria.I felt a warm pool trickle down my leg and onto the sofa. Piss. She had fucking pissed. . I felt a slap on the side of my face. Not hard, but enough to shock me out of my thoughts. "Don't get distracted, slut, keep sucking like a good girl. I have plans for you today." I sucked harder, letting a moan slip out. I'd never been treated like that before, and it was turning me on even more. He started thrusting deeper, gagging me as he went further and further, holding me onto his cock and letting me up for air. After getting used to the rhythm, he pulled out, and he groaned. "Here it. "If you ever write about the yellow shirt, I hope you'll let me see the story before you publish it."She was too busy finding something in her purse to hear me. "My friends don't believe that I know you. Will you write something so they'll believe me?" she asked, handing me a copy of the photo and newspaper column announcing the Reapers' commitment to help the homeless shelter."How's this?," I asked, showing her what I'd written: 'To my friend Brenda, the budding writer, Love, Sammy.'She. She said that the clincher that made Her decide to start planning this a few years earlier was my comments about the French. I had made some snide comments about them and my expieriences when I was in France. Not knowing that She was French and She had taken 4 years of French in high school, my comments really pissed Her off. She asked me where my clothes were, I looked over on the floor where I took them off and they were gone. I said they were right over there. She laughed again and said,.