I think. My name is Clare. Now… Anyway. Sorry, I realize how confusing this is. Let me attempt to make sense out of it. My name is John. Or, my name... used to be John. My best friend is named Hunter. We did everything together. Now we do everything to each other. You see, Clare was dating Hunter. I didn’t know her last name, whether or not she had a family, or anything like that. The strange thing is, neither did Hunter. He assumed she was shy or embarrassed of her family. Something like that.. My hot piss was running down around the butt-plug -- I squeezed tight round the butt-plug's narrower base as I struggled to stop myself urinating. We were both sucking hard and using our hands on each others penises as well. Using Viagra seems to work best if you keep on going after you've cum. This butt-plug is just the right shape for self fucking (sort of double cone) I lifted my knees. I pushed it almost out -- making me do a small spurt of piss -- then squeezed my anus to make it come back. ’ He liked the sound of that, but he forced himself to lean away from her, today was supposed to be about emotional connections, not physical. ‘I really want to get to know you better right now, no sex, just talking,’ he said, proud that he had managed to get control of himself. ‘That’s no fun, how about you talk to me while you fuck me,’ she purred, stroking his hardening dick through his pants. She swung a leg over his lap to straddle him and began to slowly gyrate her hips, grinding her ass. ‘Thank you,’ Billy said. ‘Thank you so much.’ He then attempted to remove his hand. ‘No, please leave it there.’ Meredith was now speaking just above a whisper. ‘I like the way it feels.’ ‘Um, you do?’ Billy said, surprised. ‘Yes,’ Meredith said. ‘And I’m flattered that you wanted to look.’ Billy didn’t know what to think now. Meredith had been reading for him for two years now. He vividly remembered his rehab counsellor telling him before he started college to always keep relationships with.