I could use my laptop for that — hell most people would definitely use their laptops for something like this — but as fate would have it, my lapto... is currently being repaired by a Genius at the Apple Store. So here I am sitting in front of a physical paper diary with a real pen in my hand (there’s even blank ink inside that pen). Man, my handwriting is horrible. It has been a while since I've actually held a real pen in my hands. Maybe I should practice my handwriting. It would be pretty. She pulled out my dick and began to stroke the half hard shaft, smiling all the while. I was happy we were 3 stops from my house because I couldn’t wait to get this girl in my house. We got home before I came and I thanked God that I didn’t cum in the car. I got her in the house and she asked for the bathroom, I told her where it was after a deep kiss then she left licking her lips. I went to my back room and pulled out my nine tails from my coat, some straps and bars from the walls and. I held my hand flat under her breast just low enough that her nipple rubbed back and forth across it while I thrust into her. I then started to touch her clit hoping to make her cum soon. Before that could happen her mother called this time and out of instinct she answered, trying to contain her panting while she told lie after lie to her mother as to her whereabouts. I had seen porno when I was 16 of a chick talking to her boyfriend while she cheated on him. In the video the guy kept pounding. Better, he though, but not quite yet. He unplugged the desk lamp and placed it in the corner, next to the reading lamp, plugged it in, and turned them both on. That’s it, he thought. He left the room and hustled back in a few minutes later, charcoal pencils and erasers in one hand, a large sketching pad in the other. He laid on the floor, the shadows sweeping from left to right across the dark hardwood floor. His tears were dry, his eyes focused, and his hands started racing over the paper. * *.