Right now all he was doing was chatting online with his school friends from Manchester. He told all his old mates Jim and Norman about Ivy and what he... did to her when he was a little kid.Norman: Just don't tell her who you areJim: Yeah but she is gonna find out sooner and laterCharles: Can't stop thinking about her. She looked like a witch then and looks like an angel nowNorman: I guess it's karma for the way you treated herJim: Norman? What are you saying?Norman: Just joking manCharles: Norman. " Well that sort of tread on another nerve. For someone needing help desperately, Kelly sure knew how to dig the hooks in!"It still is. Kelly and I divorced about a year ago because she preferred sex, if it was necessary at all, in the dark and strictly motionless missionary position. Her maiden name was Freihof and back at college, to get a husband she was more than willing to do 'disgusting' things like fuck more than once a month, until after we'd gotten married and her knees nearly. Thats so fucking hot. He said aloud. To my surprise, his cock still stood up erect and standing 9 tall. I climbed over Marc and got on my knees placing it on either side of his legs. He watched me as I held his cock and sat down on it. I felt the cock insert itself into my ass hole pushing all the way inside. No lube, no protection, I wanted the whole chocolate bar. I felt the head of his cock enter my ass and we both let out a groan. I began rocking up and down on his cock as he placed his. To do it... do the dirty... right here... in front of me. Oh, shit. Maybe if a make some noise, he'll leave.Heather was about to roll over and groan loudly when Hutch dramatically unzipped his pants. His now familiar tight blue briefs glowed in the semidarkness. Heather flinched when she felt Hatch's discarded pants fall across the foot of her bed.A fascinating, bigger bulge protruded between Hutch's legs, a bulge that appeared to throb on its own. An unfamiliar chill swept down Heather's.