"My current love life is non-existent. I've been a three-time loser in long-term relationships, but avoided the altar each time, so at least I'm not d...vorced like my entire peer group."My brother died when I was an undergrad. He liked cocaine too much, and mixed it with other things, one time too many. That almost killed my mother, but my father was our rock, and got us through it. Jeremiah Ames was a rake, and a womanizer, but he could talk any women out of her panties, and if cocaine hadn't. Landon chuckled, pulling Jolene closer to him. “Ryan knows the way. Take Angie on up, Ry,” he called to his friend. “You know where the bar is in the cabin. Start making drinks.” As his friend walked ahead, Landon groped Jolene through her coat. “My dad runs the place over the summer, and we know the codes to the party cabin. It’s less than a half a mile through the woods. Great view on the other side.” He winked, pulling Jolene up off the ground a little.Jolene grinned. Maybe she was in over. I feel her pull back a little and then push in again, deeper. Again there is pain, but not as much as before. My deep breathing is helping. Then, her fucking begins in earnest. Slow, but deliberate thrusts with her cock. It still stings, but there is something else. Other sensations I have not felt before. My cock hardens once again. It is quite fickle tonight. I think my mind leaves my body. Despite the physical sensations, it is hard for my mind to comprehend my being taken by this woman in. " No need. I know who you are. I'm a big fan," I said.Alyssa smiled back. "Thanks. I hate coming to these things and having people compliment you to your face and talk about you behind your back. And you are..." Oh, sorry. Pete Rollins." I offered a hand and she accepted."What do you do, Pete?" Alyssa asked."Well, I'm a graphic artist." Really? Do anything I might recognize?" I don't think so, It's not what I want, but I think I'm doomed to be chained to the ad table forever." Now, what are you.