It was HOT. But I can’t imagine that little goody-two-shoes doing that.”“Well, apparently Abbie can. I told her to back off.”Elyse laughed, �...As if THAT is going to stop it.”I sighed, “Forget it. It’s not happening.”“Famous last words, Steve. But forget that! Something needs to happen here!”I pulled her on top of me and we once again began to make love.November 9, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“Steve!” Kimmy said urgently from the door of my office. “Elyse wants you in the conference room RIGHT. Since ancient times, the phallus has been a symbol of virility, potency and power. Fellatio appealed to me so much because it tapped into that loaded imagery, becoming a form of total supplication to a cultural font of authority. I was so fascinated by this social dimension of phallic ideals that I convinced my (very enlightened) AP Art History teacher to let me do a term paper tracing attitudes towards the phallus as part of the human ideal from classical to modern times.On the other hand, my. I stripped out of my polo shirt and then pulled her up. She pressed her hot little body against me, as I stepped out of my pants and boxer shorts. She pressed her lips to mine. She was on fire. There was no way to stop the inevitable.Toni pulled me into the living room and shoved me on to Bob’s recliner. She climbed onto my lap, facing me, and planted her pussy right on top of my cock. She bit down on her lower lip and placed her hands on my shoulders. We kissed; our tongues were. Mrs. Osborne shook her shoulder to wake her up, then screamed when Jenny turned over to face her mother.The child's face was swollen to about the size of a tether ball. It had also changed colors so that it was a bright orange, more orange than George Hamilton after a visit to the tanning salon. Her mouth was stretched open in a grotesque grin. And several of her teeth had fallen out. In short, she looked like a Jack O'Lantern. Yes, her head looked like it belonged on the front porch with a.