She left the bedroom and slept on the couch that night. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first I had ever known about.Another memory, this one... concerning my calls. Mom thought I should know the truth about my adoption but dad was stead-fast against it. Again, the reasons were lost, as if Mom either didn't know why or something had removed them. I was pretty sure if Master PC had been used to alter her memories I would notice the screaming replacements. However, something like with the. I complied. I gave them a squeeze, of course."Follow me," she said.It was unexpectedly awkward to walk this way, but she went slowly so I could keep my hands on her butt.Mikayla's bedroom door was only open a little, but from what I could see of the floor, it was covered with sheets and blankets and towels.Mikayla pushed the door open.My eyes saw six other naked girls sitting on the floor against the bed."Surprise!" they shouted in unison, then in succession as if choreographed each girl opened. ' I calmed her down and released her ankles, to my surprise Vanessa, pushed me back and mounted me like she was riding a cycle, she guided my cock into her sopping cunt. I cautioned her 'wait, let me put the rubber on,' she said 'I want to fuck, damn a rubber now.' The girl rode me for dear life, when she started to come she grind my cock deep into her pussy and moaned like she was loosing her mind. She collapsed down on me and went straight to sleep with my rigid cock still lodged in her. I smiled, took a deep breath. “Sure. Why not.”*Kristin looked so beautiful. Seeing her in her dress, makeup, in the low lit lighting of the club, made me angry to think Trent gave this up – gave her up. We drank, we danced; it was her and I, lost in our world together. I saw her smile. Her beautiful, full lips, were so incredibly kissable. I almost did. I suppose I could’ve blamed it on the alcohol. A woman approached her when we were chatting at the bar. I shrugged, nodding to.