Constance was still busy with her first, admittedly supported anal orgasm when I started fucking her. She had just calmed down a bit but became again ...ouder and more intense by the second when my dick started ploughing though her intestines. Her butt was tight but still I was missing the second filing. I looked down to Steph who lay there with a dreamy look on her face while she was watching me fucking her sister into the brown saloon. Grinning I told her “Shove a couple fingers in the bitch’s. ”“One Tasha couldn’t.”“That’s right.”“I’d say Janey has the inside track, then. Orthodox? Check. Tolerant? Check. Wants kids? Check. Gets along great with you? Check. A good sex partner? Check. Am I missing any boxes to check?”“That I’m sure she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with? There’s only one person I feel that way about right now.”“Me?”“You.”That evening, while I was studying, Clark came to tell me that I had a phone call. I excused myself and went to my room and picked up. . .what was her bloody name. . .he was half tempted to wake her and asked her when he remembered. Brenda. Brenda Kathryn Cottonwood. Unusual name to be sure, but nothing completely disrespectful. This Brenda, or Bren as she often called herself when she believed herself to be alone, let this rake walk all over her tender feelings. He hadn’t spent much time around women, in his life or after life, but it was plain as day on her face that the bloody bastard had hurt her feelings. Terribly too.. I wanted to go to the toilet after that. I went to the toilet in the bus station and took a piss. I was so drunk as I had stood there for more time to pee.After some time, a guy came near me to my left side. He looked 40-50 years old. He was standing beside me and urinating. He came closer and closer. Soon he was totally in contact with my side. His shoulders were touching mine.That man slowly moved his hands towards my cock and touched it. I was almost done peeing by then. He grabbed my cock.