We owned the empty showers and had them to ourselves.We dried each other after our morning scrub, and Sheila suggested, “Let’s head down to the ki...chen and score some hot coffee.”The custom of indoor nudity might make more sense if we were born kangaroos with built-in pockets. I stopped by my room to make up for my genetic deficiency, put an unbuttoned flannel shirt on, stuck a pack of smokes and a lighter in the breast pocket, and joined Sheila in the kitchen.Coffee is the nectar of the gods. My hands gently made their way down my arms and across the back of my neck. My body shivered with ever inch that my slender delicate fingers made their way over. Small moans escaped my lips and turned quickly into a gasp as my hand caressed over my breasts. The feeling that arose from my touch made my knees shake beneath me. I began to move on down my stomach, but a feeling came over me and pushed me to run my fingers over my breasts again. This time I took them firmly in my hand and rolled my. U fucking slag fuck me fuck me she saying I pulled out & went back up her cunt fucking her till I shot a load up her not before making her cum, then my mate had his go at her fucking her hard I shoved my cock in her mouth saying clean my cock on your cunt juice slag,him who was fucking her said come on bitch cum I can feel that u are ready yes yes yes she was saying then she came follow by him pulling his load up her, with her sucking me I was hard again so I laid on the floor & told her to. Magenta said, "Welcome back to the world, useless." She smiled, not unkindly. The pain was a flash, and he was surprised that it didn't hurt more. I didn't expect it, and now it's done. But it wasn't, he knew that. Down here, in this place, it would never be done. He thought: it's all existential. He almost started to laugh at that, but fear protected him. Magenta led him over to the couch. He fell into it, mashing the plug into him. He didn't care. It hurt, felt bad, felt good, felt there and.