She said lazily, seeming a little drunk, "Martha. It was good. Really good. You know what I mean? I mean... you know... dark good." And Martha's voice...lowered, and she and Ronnie eyed each other with that secret look I often saw them share, and Martha asked her quietly, "Dark, hon?" Ronnie nodded yes and Martha asked, "Like you were talking about?" Ronnie nodded again, and I just watched them, wondering what the hell this secret language was all about, and Martha whispered, "See?" And they. Deluding myself I was thinking maybe just once or twice again, to see if it felt the same, to see if it felt so good again even though it was such a bad thing to do. I drifted off, thinking to pack a light schoolbag again in the morning. Coda : This is a true story. I’ve looked up the date. The momentous act itself all took place on Monday the 23rd of April 1979, for a few minutes on either side of 15.45pm. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced an orgasm like that since, or have had such a total. Ivan, girl, you're like a dead fish!" cried Anna's father as she indifferently pumped her mouth down on his hard cock, still unspent even after all this. His balls were drawn up until they practically vanished, and Anna knew he had a large crop of semen brewing. For some reason, tonight of all nights, she did not want her father to spunk inside her, and the taste of his cock was like poison."Ah, they're through their first surprise," grunted Vladimir with a laugh. "Once the pain and fear are. "Dude, we need to come back Friday night so we'll be here for the oneo'clock kickoff," Scott stated."That would suck having to wake up early Saturday and haul ass to get herefor the game. That would mean no tailgating for sure," Jess said."I'll see what I can do. Since they won tonight, they could open the dormsearly," Rick said."So who's ready to go out and celebrate this big win?" Jess asked.Most were ready and raring to go wherever they could find a party with Krisand Jess spearheading the.