After getting dressed, he turned to Xavier. “You and I are square.”He then left, leaving Xavier and Lily, with the girl crying in the fetal positi...on.“Xavier, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”In his mind, Xavier was laughing at this new development. He looked at her with dead eyes and spoke with a very dry tone. “I think you should go clean yourself off.”Hoping he wasn’t mad, she limped into the bathroom and thoroughly showered, scrubbing her skin bare and trying to cleanse every millimeter of her. And I found the same rare mix in him. Our in and out of bed lives did not really have a clear line of division. One was a part of the other and easily blended.And that brings up the subject of our ritual. Every relationship either settles in to a ritual or it starts to fade in to happenstance sex. Ours emerged from what came naturally to both of us in our own way. It usually started with us deciding to head to the bed room well in advance of sleep time in order to have play time. Getting him. The man on her right had a salt-and-pepper beard and wore a baseball cap and a flannel shirt. "Don't you know it's dangerous out and about nowadays? We don't take kindly to strangers in these parts. Maybe my friends and I can teach you a lesson. After all, it's been a long time since we've enjoyed a woman's charms."Instead of responding or preparing to defend herself, Betty laughed. She took a step forward and spread her arms. "You want me, come and get me."All three men halted. The apparent. Stop! Fuck me hard, please fuck me until you can’t keep from cumming deep inside my cunt!”“One of the biggest?” I repeated with. “I am now a porn star, and I expect every girl I have to moan and groan. You should have heard Brandi, earlier. I know that the ladies of porn have more than one dick a day inside them, but I swear I felt her orgasm around ‘My 33!’”I was slamming in her more roughly than I had with Ms. Love, but this is my sister, my real sister. She was holding her legs up in the.