He could read it in my face and said, "I want you to cum for me again." I wanted to cum for him again too! I closed my eyes and imagined what our bodi...s would look like in a porno type movie. I watched his big, black dick sliding in and out of my pink pussy; and I could hear the participants panting with pleasure. I grabbed a handful of the sheets and my orgasm started to pulse again. The rhythmic nature of the waves of ecstasy forced me to cry out in pleasure. I opened my eyes, and he was. That thought brought him back to reality. He quickly got dressed and turned on his laptop, another graduation present, and waited while it started up. If only that dream had been real, he mused as he pulled up his email through the web-browser. He checked through his emails seeing who had replied to the spam he had sent out the day before on some kind of new medicine. As he browsed through the emails he came to one that appeared to be personal. Personal, Addressed to his email? That had to be a. . much as one returns again and again to anamusement park despite the jostling crowds and the long lines and theendless walking from one attraction to the next-because the pleasurethat one gets from the attraction makes the travail of getting to itacceptable. Or, at least, endurable.So it is that very few ever turn their backs on it. So mourn notovermuch at his passing-as though you will not see him again - for itis more than likely that you will as you both continue your sojourn inthis "Cosmic. Francine had tried to make the cheerleading squad but there were no vacancies. It was almost as if a steady stream of cheerleading quality girls kept joining the school as well as the squad each year.But Francine didn't want to join the cheerleaders that much; she just wanted a reason to be around her sweetie Jack after school. He had joined the junior high team as a blocker after a growth squirt over the summer break shot him up in height by five more inches. He was the tallest guy in the.