He usually tolerated parties but Jenny was such a good friend that he didn’t mind this one but he found himself having an interesting conversation w...ith someone and not really paying attention because he was thinking about the website. Jenny flopped down on the couch next to him, her eyes bright with booze and gave him a playful punch in the arm. ‘What’s going on with you?’ ‘Nothing. You enjoying the party?’ ‘Of course! Nothing better than one of your good friends giving you a party and then. “Next!” she said.The boy obediently made way for his friend. She felt a new cock fill her, this one more than a match for the one before. Hands clutched at her breasts as he began to thrust. For whatever reason, the boy proved unable to contain himself. There was a loud grunt, then she felt the wild twitching of his cock as his seed poured out into her eager vagina. She let him stand there, his fingers digging into her mammaries while his climax played out.“Next!” she said.This was how it was.. She could light one, if only for a little warmth. The lady wouldn't miss one. She held the matchstick in her hand and scraped it for a flame to ignite. She held her other hand around it and saw in the smoke a beautifull fireplace. Oh how she wished she could be there, anywhere but here. The flame ended quickly and she was met with nothing but darkness and cold. Unable to handle this she quickly lit another one. This time she saw a turkey it looked delicious and she could hear her tummy rumbling. Maybe something deeper. But it’s two different things. I mean I feel close enough when it’s about kissing and touching and ... sex. Otherwise I just don’t feel that connection. Like I should care about what we talk about and I don’t. And I don’t think he does either, really. He’d rather get to the fun stuff. Me too, I suppose.“But he calls me and wants to be around me at school. At first it was okay. Getting to know each other and all that. But gradually, or maybe not all that gradually, I’d.