“Let’s go get some sleep.” I let my arm slip around her tiny waist and led her into the master bedroom. My brother and his wife had a beautiful ...king-size bed and we lay down side by side right on top of the covers. I gave Emma a long soft kiss and then she rested her head on my shoulder. With our stomachs full of food and after all we had been through in the last twenty-four hours or so, we both drifted off quickly to sleep...RING! ... RING! ... What the fuck? Oh ... the phone. I reached over. Please,” I replied.We went through the whole how can I kiss your ass bullshit first. Then I managed to tell the woman that I was hungry again. My metabolism effectively burned through what I had eaten by the time I got another serving and returned to my seat.I told her, “I don’t want to look like a pig, even if I eat like a horse. By coming to the kitchen, I’m able to get loaded up with food. Plus, with the portion sizes served to the residents, I would be sitting there eating all day long. It. I started to fuck her harder and harder until she started coming. After she came down from her high, she started in by telling me that I must like the idea of fucking sluts. I responded by quickening my already furious pace. My head started to spin as I began to come inside my wife's pussy. I pulled out and collapsed next to her. As she grabbed a tissue and started to wipe up she said, "Seeing how much you just came, I should show you what it is like to fuck a real 'loose slut' some time."I. After taking a stroll through downtown Montreal, I was getting ready to head back to the subway station that had originally brought me there when I saw it. It was a man painting a mural. To be perfectly honest, I barely even noticed the man. All I could see was the massive dragon taking form before my very eyes. People kept walking past, oblivious to the work of art coming to life before them. I was not so blasé,. I stood there for a few minutes, staring at the dragon. Only the outline.