Paul asked how I was feeling and my gf looked back but for some reason, I pretended to be asleep and acted as if I was passed out. I was quite enjoyin... what was happened for some deranged perverted reason and wanted to see what would happen next. I heard my gf say that when I get like this, I go into a deep sleep and would be out for hours. She then shocked me by saying that she was so annoyed and upset at me for getting so drunk on her big night. I couldn't believe she was saying this to Paul. “You going to submit a play?”“I have to write it first.”“Then write it.”“I will. I’ve already done the long part.”“What’s that?”“Mulling it over.”“Cool. When are you going to have time?”“I’ll make time. I kind of have to.”“Why’s that?”“I always have to write something every day. Something new, not just editing.”“And have you been? Writing I mean?”“Uhm ... Not really.”“Since when?”“New York? Maybe earlier? Chicago? Shit.”“Joe. What’s gotten in your way?”“I don’t know. I guess I’ve been. Slowly but surely and with a couple of firm but gentle thrusts, Mike’s long thick cock filled my rectum up to the hilt. My muscles relaxed to accommodate him and he gradually increased the tempo until every stroke was smooth and silky. After a while he was able to switch between my holes with ease, and I was ecstatic. I loved it when we changed position and broke off occasionally for more oral sex but eventually I ended up astride him with his granite hard cock deep inside me and I was riding. When we pulled into Grayson, I had a déjà-vu of a time that my mother and I had gone there to buy me some clothes. I missed my mother. We were never really that close. I was always closer to my dad than anyone. My mom went crazy at a fairly early age, so I have mostly bad memories of her, but this one time we had a great day and I thought about that as I went through the row of stoplights that made up the main drag in Grayson. As we passed the Wal-Mart, I thought back to when it was just.