I choose liquor: a simple, sweet substitute for the pain into which I was born. This pain has grown and nurtured a madness so terrible, so unqualified... that the only route left to self-preservation is the route to self-destruction. The implosion of my mind, slowly and dismally collapsing, has fueled my hand, ignited it with the only thing I know how to undertake at this time: masturbation.Oh there is no escape from these doldrums of loneliness. The impeccable, the innocuous, yet deadly subtlety. . Cummming!" I had never ever made Stacy cum from intercourse. I thought it wasn't possible, but she just climaxed with him in like five minutes. And she had cum at least five times with him last night. There was silence for a minute and then I could hear kissing again. Then, just like that, it ended. Quiet. They had gone back to sleep. Together.I laid in bed, confused as ever. A couple of hours had passed since I last heard them in the bedroom. Morning was slowly giving way to the day. . ” In to the hilt, to the balls, buried in a vibrating tunnel of velvet.Susie mounted him and took his long, thick erection all the way up into her tight passage, her back arched as the big prick stretched her. She wiggled knowingly to get the blunt head past her tightly-closed cervix.“Please, please,” the boy sobbed as his luscious little sister began to bounce on his loins, slap his haunch and cry out in joy.“Oh yes, yes, yes,” she gasped as she pounded her brother’s piston into her slick. Kenise was recovering from her climax and went back to seeing to my clit, as her fingers resumed fucking my ass.The aroma of her soaking pussy excited my senses, so I buried my nose into her, savouring her smell, I thought it was wonderful. I delved my tongue back inside, lapping at her juices.I felt my stomach muscles clench tight and I pressed down onto her as hard as I could, my hand clasped to her ass cheek, the other hand still had two fingers buried deep in her rear. Then I came, it was.