” Shit was just coming out faster than I could think it through.“What makes you so averse to getting help, Matt?” she said in a very monotone w...ay.“Help? Today, everyone has been trying to help me. My best friend, Grant, you know, who’s been my ‘rock’ this whole time,” I alluded to the bullshit I’d been spinning her all year, “came by today and asked me to fuck my other rock, Justine, his wife, because they are feeling bad for me. Well, guess what? I’m tired of all the bullshit. You want. .. no. No comma.)Everybody started laughing spontaneously.Except me. I had fucked up again. This 'returning' is dangerous. Suddenly, my stomach tied itself in knots ... I felt ... loose ... my asshole clenched. I slipped the guitar in its plush case and stood ... one might say I waddled down the hall and to the bathroom ... Waddled is too slow but my guts wouldn't have withstood a run ... or even a 'trot.'To myself ... but aloud ... I mumbled, "Don't fart ... don't fart."The light was out .... We talked some more and now flirted openly. She then took initiative, and suggested retreating to a more secluded place. We went on to the room she was going to sleep in. We sat on the bed, and started petting each other. We kissed. Her lips were amazingly tasty, and her tongue was pure pleasure. She was nibbling on my ear and kissing my neck when I started touching her tits first, and then belly. Quickly my hand went under her shirt. It felt funny in a good way. Very firm but not really hard.. Suzy screamed and raised her hips. Sid hit her again and again, up and down the insides of both thighs twice, stopping to deliver a dozen blows to her pussy each time. Now, bitch, Mark growled, do you think you can handle a simple little instruction? Shit out the ball thats up your ass. I watched Suzi, sobbing and shaking, tense her thighs again and another ball bounced across the room. Again, Sid flogged her cunt while Mark complained to her how useless she was and how she wasnt cooperating..