" "Ice?' she offered as she held out the brown bucket of ice. "No, thanks. Offering anything else?" one of the old men sneered. "No, she's not! She...'s going back to OUR room with me, right now." I jerked her arm and pulled her down the hallway. I couldn't wait to get her back into the room and tear off what little clothing she was still wearing. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. As soon as we were in the room I pushed the door closed using Diane's body. I pressed her back against the. Then I let her licked all the cum off that hand as well. I actually never ever saw anyone lick her cum off anything, even in pornos. So then I just couldn't hold it when I saw that. I shot my load right into her and she felt it. “Wow Bob, that was a lot of warm cum you just shot into me,” Hallie said. “Sorry, I couldn't help it,” I replied. Then she got up and turned around facing me. She got down on her knees and took my dick in her hand. “Well, even if we don't have sex again, are you gonna. Now.." you interrupt yourself by bending close to my face and kissing me. You pull back on my hair sharply to separate us, I gasp with surprise and arousal, as the tug was a little harder than usual. "Now, whore," you say to me in your deepest most aggressive tone of voice. The tone that makes my insides turn to quivering goo at just a turn of a phrase. "You are going to get your ass off this floor and you are going to march your nasty self upstairs…." Unable to help myself, I interrupt with a. Joey and Ryou were almost as close as my shadow most days, and Honda and Anzu were only a step back from that. Mutou was a childhood friend of Honda's and spent almost as much time with us. Mutou was a strange boy with wide eyes, spiked tri-colored hair and an air of both innocence and sadness — which he hid most of the time under an onslaught of deliberate cheer. The old Seto would have found Mutou's constantly cheerful disposition irritating, but now he didn't seem so annoying. Maybe it was.