I go an’ take this jacket off, an’ vice is gonna wonder why I have bullet holes and blood stains on the back o’ my shirt. Stupid old codger. Too... short, too many questions, not enough sense in that thick head of his. Besides, he was gonna kill a lady. I had to put him down. He was a calm one, the cool, creepy kind of calm that makes a serial killer out o’ men. Psychotic calm. The former owner of my uncomfortable ass tuxedo wanted to off some dame because she was a smoker. I clubbed her with the. Apparently I dont have a gag reflex. Great. He started cumming in my mouth so I pushed him away and spit it out. Jake and Brad made me lick it off the floor and swallow it. See, if you did this everyday to me we wouldnt have this problem. Brent said as he stroked my long, soft hair. Crawl over to me. Justin demanded. I crawled over to him and he picked me up and set me on a bench. This might hurt, Kiara. Actually, this will definitely hurt! Justin smirked. Justin pulled down his shorts. The next day my mom and aunt headed into town to do some shopping and my girlfriend showed up a few minutes before 4 wearing the tightest pair of jeans I’d ever seen on her and a small top which pushed up her C-cup breasts to perfection. She was definitely not the busty aunt which filled my dreams the previous night but her sexiness was of a different kind. Those abs and her cute little behind were her greatest assets.She walked into the house giving me a kiss, “hey sweetie, so where’s your mom. It's not that!" Ana sobbed. "In fact, I've not seen him at all today. I wasn't thinking about him at all!" So what's troubling you, sweetest?"Ana looked up. Could she voice her feelings? The very idea of what was troubling her sent a fresh spasm of emotion through her frame, and the tears resumed."Tell me! What's wrong?" demanded Binta, resting a hand on Ana's shoulder. "Why are you crying? What's upset you?" Nothing. It's nothing!" There must be something. You can tell me. You must tell me. If.