You're gonna run a radio station by the seat of your pants! You're the announcer, and the fuckin' weatherman, and the sports guy, and you'll read the ...ews from off the AP -- the works!"And, in a couple' weeks, you'll be the fuckin' station manager! I got a young girl, and a boy, works there, the hours when you ain't gonna be there. Both of them's too young to run the place. But you could! You'll be the manager, 'fore this very month is out, even. Now, how'll that look on your resume? Not too. I pulled Rachel up, guiding her to the bed. She laid on her back. I pushed her legs apart, climbing between them pushing my dripping cock into her wet hole a couple of inches. "This might hurt just a bit Rachel." I told her as I pushed through her maidenhead with one quick motion. She made just a little gasping sound as my prick broke the barrier. I pumped her nice and slow letting her get used to having my seven inches in her. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Soon she was. I awoke with a start about seven-thirty. Maggie was still sound asleep beside me beneath the duvet much as we had been last night when we fell asleep, except, she must have got up at some point during the night because she had fetched another quilt and covered me with it. Our bodies were spooned and although still separated by the thickness of the quilt I could feel the outline of her buttocks against my night time erection. Outside the wind was howling and I could hear the rain crashing. And later that night, Iexperienced a nocturnal discharge that was extremely pleasurable! Everyday she added another cup of water to my FMP "recipe" until I was ableto endure my FMP without complaining. But, she did reduce that volumeduring my last two days. Later, she found a drug store that had TAMPONSFOR BOYS . Now, these were a little larger in diameter, an inch longer,and had a longer string for easier removal. Believe me, I suffered deephumiliation every time I had to experience my FMP..