"Hi, I'm Darren, and this is Eric. We were wondering if you gorgeousladies would like to have a drink with us," one of the men said.Carl looked like h...e wanted to sink into the seat, so Felicia tookcontrol of the situation."Hate to disappoint boys, but we aren't trolling for dates. We're onone together," Felicia grabbed Carl's hand and squeezed it."Oh... Sorry about that," Darren said. "You can keep the drinks,though. Consider it an apology for bothering you." That doesn't seem very fair. Why. After a minute or so he asked me a question "which one would you rather be (referring to the movie)... the top or he bottom?". I looked at him and told him "that one... the one sucking". He smiled, lifted his towel uncovering an above average cock and said "then come on, let's have a little fun". I laid on the couch and started sucking, he covered my head with a towel and started touching my back. After a minute or so i got up and told him "this is as uncomfortable as shit..." He looked at me. ‘Fuck,’ she laughs still panting. As I pull out she gives a quick yelp. I kiss her again long and passionate, I haven’t cum that hard in years. She hops off the counter and strides out of the room clad only in her bra and knee highs. I can’t take my eyes of the hand print that still lingers on her ass. She closes the door behind her. I place my hands on the sink and lean forward exasperated. I catch my reflection in the mirror, tousled hair, flushed cheeks, a mischievous smile from ear to ear.. It wouldn’t have as noticeable an effect as failed extractions, though. He wanted them to know. He wanted them to feel the pain he felt. He wanted them to feel the pain of loss – not so personal as his, perhaps, but he wanted them to feel lives slipping through their fingers.He lifted up the picture which had adorned his desk from the beginning. She was a beautiful young woman with bright brown eyes, soft brown hair and a face which should have been gracing the covers of vids – definitely not.