It was night. He was in some sort of slum neighborhood, and there was only an old-fashioned looking streetlight off in the distance for illumination. ...He took a breath and almost gagged at the smell of half-burnt oil, garbage, and human waste. His body felt very, very odd, and he seemed to be wearing a lot of bulky clothing. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to remember how it had all begun.***John stepped up to the Starbucks counter. "Double latte, extra sugar." He looked around for a. At Lydia's mother's insistence the official announcement of our engagement had been posted in the local newspaper that very week. Sharon didn't know that that engagement had just come to a sudden and unexpected end.Out in the car park, I found Frank's car and kicked both headlights in. Yeah, well, it's the kind of thing you do when you're pissed off and drunk. Well, I think it was Frank's car anyway; you know you don't really think straight when you're in the condition I was that night.I was. The tops of her feet locked onto the backs of my calves just below the back of my knees. I almost fell forward on top of her, but somehow I managed to keep our balance. All the while Sue was still gyrating and pumping for all she was worth. Then, with a sound somewhere between a laugh and a shriek, her body stiffened and began convulsing from our joining outward. She began bucking so hard that this time I nearly did topple over, but my arm shot out behind me and braced against the wall. I. I guided my dick to her tight, wet pussy and slid the head into her. She tilted her head back and sighed as I spread her tight pussy with my penis and slowly filled her up. After I was buried in her she groaned and caressed my chest. I grabbed her tits and began fucking her. Her moaning and squealing was really getting me off. Before long I was about to cum again. I was frustrated that I hadn't lasted very long, but mom just smiled."Cum inside me," she said, grabbing my balls.I grunted.