I was standing on my tip toes as Joel started to hump into my slightly lifted and pushed out butt. My mind was spinning around as Joel fucked gently ...nto my ass, he slipped his hands up my body and pinched both my nipples gently between his fore finger and thumb. Joel worked my butt like he knew what he was doing, I felt his cock get harder and stiffen, than with a huge lunge, Joel lodged his rock hard cock deep in my rectum and emptied out his a huge amount of baby making fluids into my anal. My balls got full of seed, but my job was to make him cum first, not so much out of altruism as to give me the physical proof of my sexual power upon him.I urged him to beat off, and the tip of his cock glistened with nectar. His hormones were pulsating and his youthful boy fluids about to flow. I insisted firmly that he let it all out, as it seemed he somewhat struggled against his upcoming orgasm instead of letting go. I stimulated him by giving small taps on his nuts, and when I felt his. ‘Anything,’ she said. ‘I want the ability to tell you two things every day, that you’re beautiful and that I love you. Additionally I want permission to kiss you at least once every day I see you. Think you can do that?’ ‘On one condition.’ ‘And that is?’ I asked, knowing the condition already. She was so predictable. Correction, she was so predictable to me, because she was my best friend. I knew her and knew what she wanted without her having to say a word, though hearing them wouldn’t be a. Friday, August 13, 2010, 7:00 PM I learned to hate Fridays several years ago. Whoever coined the TGIF phrase clearly had a normal job. In my work the term is OFIF. Oh Fuck It’s Friday. I have been a homicide detective with the Seattle police department for the past five years. In nearly every major metropolitan area, almost half the murders in any given week occur during the forty-eight hours between six o’clock Friday evening and six o’clock Sunday evening. Lots of people blow off a little.