Hell yes. I knew -- I loved it and it scared the shit outta me. This was all new stuff, very deep and with a strong current that was pulling us God kn...ws where. Every time we'd drifted into the tug of our mutual desires, we seemed to end up someway we never planned. When we started something, we had no idea where it would take us."Yesterday... yes, even as late as this morning, I would never have thought I'd take your cock in my mouth." She looked at me with a slight tilt of her head as if to. He held the machine in his hand and swiftly pressed "Ignore". As he placed it back on his glass and chrome coffee table his plasma screen murder board caught his eye. He tapped on the portrait of Detective Kate Beckett and unfolded a digital file that spiderwebbed out all the known consorts in her mothers murder. He stared at the mess of names and dates and grudgingly dragged a file icon Marked Beckett to the Digital trash can. "Deleting file." was all the screen said. There was a knock at the. I could only shake my head up and down.Then she asked why I was “playing” with myself at the pond. I told her that I had to because if I didn’t it would hurt later. That’s when I asked the question and got the most surprising answer of my young teenage life. “Have you ever played with yourself?” Bren looked away and said, yes, the same day they caught me was her first time ever.I asked her how it felt, she told me that it was a warm tingling feeling that left her light-headed. I told her that. Suddenly without my efforts my foot shifted to the brake. The car downshifted and negotiated a tight turn before a curve. I couldn’t believe I had managed to make the turn since I haven’t even see it coming. Any doubt as to who was really driving , who was in control, vanished. I looked down down to see her smile up at me, her wicked little grin, just before she sucked me inside once more. It was she who controlled the car, just as it was she who controlled my car. I also knew I cannot cum.