Inevitably, I squeezed and squeezed again, filling her deepest places while she cried out. We lay together, drenched in our sweat, a string of silver ...tretching out from my lazy penis. ‘I want, I WANT, to hear the next part of the story…’ Sophia began hoarsely as she drifted off. She trembled in a moment of post-coital relaxation, mumbled something about ‘Barnard….’ and then was sound asleep. I understood why she was trying to think of that name. It was a name out of our past, our past shared. Sometimes in life you really do have to eat all of your vegetables before you get to enjoy your dessert. The Montrose Ravens were a local Houston metal band, better than most actually, possessing a couple of very talented musicians that could have their pick of working for nearly any local band with a snap of the fingers. They were also masters of the fine arts of infighting, backstabbing and other numerous self-inflicted wounds that are invariably fatal to any working band. They were ripe for. The night it happened started out like my usual overnighter, Jonny, his twin brothers and I were all sprawled out in the family room floor and couches. Sometime in the middle of the night, I realized someone had moved very close to me and pulled my blanket over themselves, when they put their arm around me I woke up! What the heck- which one of these guys is a fruit loop? Turns out it was Sara, and she rolled over and was almost on top of me! That was it, instant boner and there was no way it. He removes his pants, wrapping the silk panties around his thick cock and bringing the other up his nose. He inhales deeply, smelling the lavender body wash Sarah frequently used along with the crisp smell of sour green apple that was her perfume. He was in pure bliss as began to stroke his cock. Slowly he feels the edge start to closer as he prepares to cum, but suddenly the door is flung open. Shocked, he turns to see Sarah standing in his doorway. Her eyes not only have lost their.