"Bill, you still back there?" Yeah, but it's getting awfully hot, let's get out of here."I started up and we headed out of the yard and toward my hous...e. I pulled into my driveway and backed the truck into its normal spot and killed the engine. Bill and I gathered our things, cleaned up any trash and headed into the house."Make yourself at home, Bill. I think you're going to be staying here a while."I gave him the nickel tour, while I went through my usual returning home routine. The temperature. If not, Jim, it's not because I don't want to."My ears pricked up. Patty was teetering on the verge of answering a question that was on my mind for so long. I was genuinely curious. "Tell anybody what?"Patty took a deep breath and said, "Camille and I have been best friends since, like, forever. Then something happened to her. Everybody knows her hair suddenly got lighter. She denied dyeing it, and eventually, everybody didn't think much about it. She also used to be an average student, but she. I admired Ryan’s brown hair, which was longer than what a lot of men wore. I saw his hand on my raised thigh, fine fingers that appeared suited to piano playing and that took me back to being finger-fucked, where the ends of the fingers of his other hand curved upward to massage my g-spot, if there is such a thing.His tongue, meanwhile, was doing all kinds of crazy shit to my clit. Back and forth, of course, but also patterns I couldn’t quite make out. He’d lap my clit for fifteen seconds, then. Him! He was now being straddled by a mirror image of himself, sucking his own dick! The penis was removed from his mouth and he retched onto the bed beside him. He had no idea what was going on, but he absolutely had to get free. He once again tried pulling loose of the handcuffs, and this time his hands and ankles slipped comfortably through the middle of them, setting himself free!What had happened? Just a minute ago, the handcuffs had been tearing into his flesh. He started massaging the.