Today was the first time he had had it, in well, forever. It was all he could do to prevent himself from wolfing the entire construction down in a few... barely chewed bites. What had really gotten to him was the smell. The guys at the deli must have done something different, because the various scents of the meats and vegetables had coalesced into a whole that was infinitely more pleasing than each individual piece. Theatrefest, the day's activity, was, as usual, clich?. The costumes were. She walked to the front and saw Sandy passed out on the front seat, naked from the waste down. They were getting ready to leave when she heard the cousin’s friend complaining that Sandy had passed out while he was fucking her and had not cum. She said she didn’t cum either but the other two guys had blown their wads. She said he pulled out a hard cock and asked her if she was up for another. She just stuck her ass out and pulled her panties to the side. He lined his cock up, grabbed her by the. Mom told me once he gave her the creeps; he was “scheming” and “calculating”. Yes, he was definitely all those things, but he never had the chance to show her the good parts of him. The wonderful parts that shocked me every time he let me see them, no matter how familiar they’d become.“Hi, Mom.”I heard her take a deep breath. “Nina. Your sister was just here. What the hell is going on?”“I’ve been...” The words got trapped in my throat. I swallowed and tried again. “I’ve been seeing Patrick.. In a lot of cases, there's only one thing wrong with them or a couple, or even nothing wrong with them, but for some reason you just don't see yourself being with them for the rest of your life.The bad thing about it is that the practice girl never realizes that she's a practice girl. She really believes that you're her one and only and vice versa. So she starts to put some pressure on you. It can be very subtle, like cutting down on the frequency of sex. Or slightly less subtle like walking.