You’re a complete slut, aren’t you?’ asked Patrick‘Oh, yeah’ I answeredWhen he was done, we got out and I bought him a beer. He was super fr...iendly and grateful.And later, he fucked my willing and needy arse: I pulled a rubber onto his thick shaft and guided it into my well-lubed man-cunt as we were watching porn in the barrel room. We had a lot of attention. I gave Patrick poppers - he said it was his first time with those - he was 26, he said, so a bit younger than me and less experienced, I. [Clears throat simultaneously] ‘So what’s going on with you? Are you sick?’ ‘I don’t know, David. Let’s see, I went to the doctor, he prescribed me some meds, and now I’m off from work and staying with my parents for two months. What do you think?’ [Aggravated sigh] ‘You know what, forget that I even asked. I don’t know why I wasted my time coming here to check on you when all you’re going to do is show your ass.’ [Stands to leave] ‘Wait! I’m sorry. I’m just cranky from my nap.’ Did I just say. The living room was huge. Large abstract paintings adorned the walls. For him they were just stains. He would sometimes stare at them for several minutes, trying to recognize shapes in the strange coloured volutes, like in this game where you see elephants in the clouds. A sculpture made of twisted metal slats particularly intrigued him, reminding him of a distant geometry course on the Möbius ribbon.That day his curiosity pushed him to enter Clementine's room. He suspected that the couple were. ..." Anne's body went rigid and brgan trembling as she felt an orgasm stronger then any she thought possible rocket through every inch of her body. Her pussy spasmed hard, pulsing and squeezing around her brother's cock as he continued to fuck her, to slam her body onto himself. Her cheeks flushed scarlet and her fingers dug hard into Kevin's back as her body was wracked with orgasmic convulsions. Unlike her usual, torrents of squirting juices, Anne only felt a steady dribble of liquid escape.