... My groaning had now turned to a sort of passionfilled breathing and I was making sounds and words that were likegibberish but meant "oh yes, fuck...me Please... fuuuuuuck me." As I was saying at the start of this, I was beyond caring what washappening and who was doing it to me, but I wanted it like I had neverwanted anything else. I felt the heat of his awesome body slapping intome as he rode my ass, r****g my broken body, now holding me by the hairand bending me back into him as he picked. The librarian noted this, but said nothing till she stood before her.To Daisy's surprise the librarian was pretty behind her glasses. Her eye's were soft and green. Then she realized that she had said something."Pardon me?" said Daisy."I said: can I help you?" Oh, I don't know ... I've been reading these poems I found in an old book. I was wondering if you had any more?" Well, we don't have much poetry yet, who were they by?" I'm not real sure. They were real old. I think there was a woman. Do you really want our students to think you’re some sort of a hysterical wimp? Now pull yourself together and get on with the tour!”Tracey sighed. She knew it wasn’t likely he’d have agreed but at least she’d told him how she felt. Now there was nothing she could do but hope that this time the museum really wouldn’t turn out as bad as the other trips she’d been on.“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” said Mr. Gonzales. “After the film has finished we will embark on a tour of the museum itself.”The. There was also Miss Carol who danced at the Flowerpot, and they had guest dancers too - I remember one voluptuous black girl who was so bosomy I had a stiff erection before I even got to the bar. It wasn't long before She made me put a big wet patch on my trousers. But the very first time I saw a girl dance for real - sexy dance, not just the dancing in the school club etc - was in a club I went to when I first started work. Some guy's leaving 'do' I think, and I felt well out of place -.