He told me about success and how they have been gang mates . I moved away from him and Felix stopped. I asked him what happened to me and he told me that Success used me real good. He urged me to move on and he drew closer to me. He started holding me. I was really weak . I felt his one finger in my innest and two I felt the pain the moaning was his pleasure. I passed out and woke up to fund the two of us in bed and that's when I realised that scorpion tattoo. He said he was sorry and u made him fuck me again I started getting used to it and .... I still sleep with him anytime he yearns for me . I can't stop an used to him. His dick goes a long way.
Lace had little to share I was ganged raped by eight college guys and I'm now strong .
I could not hide Jerry anymore I brought it out.
I excused myself from them to use the washroom after coming I bumped into someone. They offered us booze . Frothy booze in an hourglass and respectable glass with drugs were our way of never letting go of our aberration. Fantasy was all we had left in our lonely lives maybe the fix and avocation with mere mortal sex was not needed.
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The fantasy was as good as the act bringing out the perfume of womanliness into a new scented being. I'm afraid am not very good at this , I apologized , more than aware of how closely the guy sat next to me. He gave me a slight case of the willies that felt like good lip- smacking masturbation . He then lifted the half rolled joint out of my hand and I could feel that his hand - his long musician like fingers were as soft as mine. He grabbed my ass.
He licked the rim of the paper with a thick darting tongue that sparkled with lazy independence and dexterity. Then he sealed the tip of the cigarette with a most generous French kiss. His soft full lips parted like clean , loose foreskin and drew the whole of the suscepticle joint between us and then it was oozed back out. He then held it back out before him and smiled ever so coolly , pleased with his handiwork. He looked at me with bedroom eyes of his own and I felt a tingle , a sudden one, a sudden one as I pulled myself out of the daze I has fallen comfortably into while watching the ritual of his creation. I saw the baby soft fingers holding my joint and floating towards me . Obediently I pursed my lips , drugged already on his young cool and urging easiness . The taste of him on my moist joint was fresh and promising . I swallowed hard and waited to fire. The tiny flash of fire crackled , then danced ever so slightly and calmed my naughty heebie- jeebies body.
With a God scent and sent soothing and a longing , I sucked in my smoke. Allowing it to daze into my brain and warm
