..again and againthe strawberry cock all for me''let go in my bed will be more comfortable''he lock the door''so you like big black ''''i dont know, i...ts ok with the condom like you said''''yeah sure ok''pushing me on his bedface down getting my arms in my back tiying em up with one of my own socks ''dude pls im not gay''''i know, you just like the condom its ok''getting back with a pink vibrator getting it vibrating on my pink hole''ohhhhh god wtf dudeee ahhhhh''''ahhhhh ohhhhh ahhhhhh omg. She straightened back up slowly, and continued back, her legs still slightly parted, and she reached straight up with her arms and began bending over backwards. She gracefully kept bending until she could raise her eyes and see the floor again. She continued to arch over, putting her palms flat on the floor, and she did a back walkover, as easily as I had ever seen it done. She put her arms out in the air in a triumphal salute."Let me guess. Gymnastics?" I said, already knowing the answer from. A business rival of your father’s, someone attracted to your beauty, your father’s money or maybe law enforcement, DEA, FBI or CIA. It is hard to trust people. I’m the same way. I worry about someone kidnapping my sister or my mom.”“Could I still come for a visit sometime? I do trust you and we do have some things in common that others just don’t understand.”“We have three or four empty bedrooms. I’ll give you the phone number and address but you have to promise not to share it with. I've also grown quite fond of garlic, but it's terrible when I smell it leaking from people's pores.” She laughs, a loud and bitter bark and I can see she still doesn't believe me, which I understand – most people take a lot of convincing. She shakes her head and pushes past me, stomping up the steps back into the pub. “You're a lunatic,” she tells me before she opens the door and walks off. POV: NikolaiJohannes' house is an old barn conversion away from the city, all glass fixtures and oak.