I'll just sleep on the couch," I said."Oh, no, no, no," she said. "That wouldn't do at all." Her voice reminded me of one of those old TV villains, sm...ooth, and silky ... and dangerous."Why not?" I asked, confused again."I'm not having you sleep on a couch and strain your back, and then have to listen to you complain the rest of the trip." I won't hurt my back," I said. I still didn't understand what was going on. "I'll be fine." You won't hurt your back because you'll be sleeping on a proper. Laughing as he picks up a bag of ice and mudslide mix, not exactly the chocolate shake you normally have. Although you do not drink very much, you both have spent numerous hours sitting with friends drinking over at the Redneck Lounge. Quite a place, a lot of freaks go there. Guess you both fit right in. ‘At least one of us does,’ he is very fond of saying. That remark will usually get him a poke in the ribs if he is close enough. After loading the groceries into the car, he drives back to the. ’ ‘Oh?’ she said, in pleasant shock. ‘Yes,’ he said, and he took her by the hand over to the sofa, and directed her with his hands to sit down. She did, and then he knelt before her, and parted her legs to expose the most beautiful vagina he thought he’d ever seen. It was nicely shaved, and the lips had already swollen a little bit, and the contours around her clitoris were already exposing it a little. He kissed his way up one of her thighs from the knee, brought his mouth with an inch of her. He showed his usual man-in-charge demeanor and tried to act like he didn’t know what it was about, but I’m sure that he knew it was about that text message with the cock pictures. I took us to a sports bar at lunch, and got a small table in the back, where we could have a private conversation.We sat and ordered, and then I asked, “Gavin, what the fuck were you thinking, sending that text to Sarah, with your and Mitchell’s cock pictures? Shit, man, she was all over my ass when I got home, and I.