”“Why are you here?” I snapped, standing with my arms crossed.“Why are you here?” Brian shot back.“I live here.”“No. You don’t, Jack....”My brows came together. “Yes, I do.”“Who’s your landlord?” He spoke as if he expected the answer to be a lie.“Why the fuck do you care?”“What’s their name?”I sighed, exasperated. “Mr. Savi.” When I spoke, an odd look settled into his features. Resigned almost. Afraid.“Do you have a neighbor?” Brian barely spoke above a whisper.A chill I couldn’t explain ran up my. See I picked up a couple rubber dicks, which are much longer and fatter then what I I'm, and fucked her with them making her orgasm so hard that she started squirting when she would cum. I considered not going through with my plan until she put me down in of my boss and my workmates. It was at a party thrown by my boss, and I had enough. I started looking at swinger ads, and once I found what I wanted I called a guy named Sam. I told him that my wife wanted to try a BBC, but didn't want to see. She turned out to be a very pleasant dinner companion indeed.My second cousin had done well for herself since we almost met twenty years earlier. She'd earned a BS in nursing and went on to become a nurse-anesthetist at a large medical center in Ottawa.She was married for a couple of years to a guy who turned out to be the poster boy for male chauvinist pigs. Apparently he'd been the epitome of kindness and chivalry during their courtship but morphed from Jekyll to Hyde shortly after their. I could now notice that her breathing had become more labored. “I don’t know if all of that could fit inside me. Are you about to cum?” “No, not by a long shot. I’m good.” I was focusing on Helena ’s growing excitement. I noticed a wet spot between her legs becoming dark and darker as she rubbed her clit. “Touch your balls for me.” Helena ’s long legs were now practically spread eagle. “I have a better idea, you touch them for me.” Helena rose from the couch and walked.