They were extremely nice people but Peter wasn't interested at all in their lifestyle.But one thing was for sure. He wasn't really going to remembered... their names and faces, since he didn't want to have anything to do with them.But lucky for Peter, he was going to have the internet installed in his new bedroom. He was still going to be able to keep in touch with his old friends and occupy himself with things from outside this town. His bedroom window faced the backyard and the woods, thus. "I need to get home," She said with a smile as she buttoned her shorts. "I loved seeing you fuck her," She said.I watched her as she moved to the door, still walking as if her ass was in pain. I smiled at her, I knew there was a part of her that loved the pain, and I would not soon forget that fact."Goodbye Farah," She said looking at the limp figure on the couch, "Love ya"She smiled and walked out the door. I chuckled noticing that her shorts were still soaked from her pussy, and I hoped that. Then, he unsnapped my jeans and slid them off, pulling my shoes with them. An instant later my socks and panties were laying on the floor with them. He ran his hands all over my body, stroking and kissing me everywhere. When he began kissing my knees and worked his way up my thighs, I thought I was going to wet the bed. He kissed right up to my hair, then up to my tummy and back down to my hair again. Gently he pressed my legs apart then slipped a finger into my quivering bottom. I raised. I look back up to my Master, and he smiles down at me with soft but firm brown eyes. Heat swirls in my stomach.In one deft swoop I free his cock from his pants and underwear. And for a moment, I just marvel at the sight in my hand. It's thick. That's the first thing I always notice about my master's cock. It's so wide that my delicate fingers can barely wrap all the way around it. And the length, oh, it was just perfect. Long, but not too long. Maybe seven inches, maybe eight on a good day. And.