"Alright, but only if you don't drink too much." I never drink THAT much," I said with a wicked smile. After he had gone I asked Ed, "What's his story..." His dad is a drunk, one who doesn't know enough to stop driving. He will probably do thirty days on the farm this time. It's a big game, I think. They arrest him whenever they see him. His lawyer gets it reduced to reckless driving or some such bullshit and he does thirty days. Then he comes out and it starts all over again." I don't have much. The feeling in my cock is incredibly sharp and intense, like a spear pushing its way up through the head into your cunt, and ineffably sweet sensations run from my groin back into my body which is juddering and shaking as if in extremis. Our orgasms seem to go on for ever, but at last the sensations subside, and our bodies start to relax into the bliss of post coital languor.“God, that was fucking sensational,” I murmur, as I slump over your prostrate body, “You have the most fucking wonderful. She was mytwelfth grade P.E. teacher. I had just turned eighteen. She was attractive, but kind of butch. We lasted about three months, until I graduated from high school.’ Louise’s head was swimming slightly, from the combined effects of the wine, the shared intimacies, Bonnie’s perfume, and the younger girl’s overflowing sexuality. She leaned forward, until their heads were almost touching, and whispered, ‘I also had a female lover once, when I was in college.’ ‘Do I, by any chance, remind you. She laughed sarcastically. ‘So let me get this straight. I’m gonna take my vacation in, say, January and I’m gonna go someplace warm and sunny and fuck my brains out. After I get that ‘out of my system’ we’ll get together again and all will be well?’ David smiled weakly in the dark. ‘Well, we’re kinda desperate, aren’t we?’ Karen kicked back the sheets. She had a hard time controlling her body temperature nowadays and was hot. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and slid them.