The heavy curtains blocked out most of the outside light and the room was lit only by a single television set that sounded like it was playing static.... As her eyes adjusted, she saw two headless corpses, a man and a woman, sitting on the sofa, their clothes drenched in glistening blood. Something moved on the old consol television set and she turned to look. On the screen were two severed head, a man?s and a woman?s, floating. The television had been turned into a grotesque fishbowl. He looked at me differently. After we finished eating, Matt took my bowl washed it and dropped a bomb on me...... "I want you to fuck me!" He said in a hallow tone, Matt was expressionless. I was taken off guard, I felt my cock fill up with blood. I quickly shifted my legs and hunched over to hide my initial excitement. Matt knew about my sexual history and I was bisexual. He also knew that I was a bottom ...like him. Matt saw my quandary and immediately proposed "I will fuck you, if you fuck. The men didn’t shoo me away when they went out on the patio for cigars. I followed them, I followed Daddy everywhere.Bulldog, Marine veteran, told Daddy, Army veteran, “War isn’t dying for your country. Make the other fucking guy die for his.”A lot of people believe the quote is roughly attributable to General Patton, although the origin is actually decades earlier.Funny the things we remember.St. Jeremy is on a stretch of Sacramento Street that’s fairly upscale. Hard these days to find parts. That cheeky grin that I’m starting to love seeing crosses Taylors face and for a moment I think she is going to tell me she doesn’t care but she doesn’t say that.“Yes Sir.” She says softly.I fuck her hard and fast savouring the sound of our skin slapping together and Taylors muffled moans as she tries to hold back her true moans. I run my hands through her soft silky hair as I pound into her over and over again. Feeling my orgasm rapidly approaching I take one of my hands out of her hair, reach.