He bumped into the wall, spinning around and flew across the room to bump into the closed window. Wait a minute - flew?He spun around again, and reali...ed he could see himself still sitting on the bed, his hands still covering his eyes. Matt turned toward his dresser, moving closer to the mirror on top, and could just stare. Instead of his own image looking back at him, he saw the body of the fly he had heard buzzing around. With a sense of amusement, the thought of a fly looking at itself in. Even if there was a homeless shelter anywhere close, which there wasn’t, what would they think of me walking in there in full drag? They’d probably throw my ass back out on the street. I was stuck. I was fucked. And I was about to have Rob fuck me again. I lay there silent for several minutes, until Rob decided he was ready. He fucked my ass twice more that night, before he was tired enough to get some sleep. I guessed I probably was better off. I was being fucked, but he was comparatively. Then, as if he were again in my mind, I feel him stretching my pussy wide open as his shaft glides in. slowly he enters. Perhaps a few inches at a time but each thrust is deeper. So slippery now that I listen to the night sounds and they are joined by the wet slush, slush, slush as he presses in and draws back. It’s a salacious sound. A sound of my wetness joining with his and my urgency rises quickly higher and higher as he drives in deeper and harder. My writhing body begins to match his. I knew I was going to have to wrap my arms around him to stay on the bike, and when I did after I got on behind him, I completely forgot about how truly uncomfortable the position was. I trusted him from the beginning. I could tell he had been riding for a long time, and he felt so strong beneath my arms. I had never felt safer. We went down to the riverfront and sat on the edge of the bank and looked out over the water. We talked about random things, mostly motorcycles and places we had.