liquorstore clerk woke him in the
middle of the night whafuckin time was it Jesus onethirteen in the
morning why would she wake him was she going home was she coming to bed had she cum in bed she resisted him she didnt want to not just yet he respected her no he couldnt
say he wasnt disappointed he did play with her tits they were as big as her head and when he undid her braWith one hand? You
can do that onehanded? Three hooks? he
didnt say because he did undid her
breasts didnt fall they jutted forward
like those of a woodcarved ships figurehead
fake? he brushed a nipple with
the back of his finger flattered it got
up on its hindlegs she sighed he pinched it she gasped he clutched her breast she mewled he kissed itbit it something
sounded deep in her throat and as he pushed her down on the bedher hand finding
his Ca-ca-cock(?)
that something that sounded deep in her throat breached No. Please no.
Ca-ca-can you say pretty please no they were bloodflushed moist coy demur she pouted then said I
ca-ca-can. and smiled No.
Pretty please, no?
liquorstore clerk he
thought
beat the pants off cellar door
0113, Day-between-Two-Ts, 29 4.
20
1259, Saturday,
2 5. 20
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