I mean I know he's not good for me, but he's good to me and makes me feel like nothing I've ever felt before. In his arms I feel safe and free from al... that comes with him. It's like when he touches me I become a slave to his passion, he's my master. I get weak as his lips touch my skin. He knows I like when he kisses my neck from the back. It's like all the anger I may have had just flown out the door and I'm begging for more. I'm begging to fall deep within his abyss of passion and drown in. We step over in a corner and start talking about where we are and what we have been up to over the years. Tom is still tall lean but a little more effeminate than I recall. He graduated from a design school and was working for an interior design firm. We talk for about an hour and have a couple more glasses of wine. Suddenly, another guy comes behind Tom and says “so this is where you been hiding”. Tom introduces me to his friend Hank. He is tall, fit, very similar build to myself but with. She reached beneath her and down to her crotch. She was dripping wet, her inner lips splayed out with eager desire. She wrapped her fingers around the strange cock. A man moaned behind her. Vicky’s eyes began to flutter open. No, this wasn’t a dream. This was really happening! She started to push herself up onto her arms, to twist around in an attempt to escape. But then that hot cock pushed against her fuckhole, and she knew she was lost. With a loud moan, Vicky pushed back against it,. When we had most everything except a few clothes, Mike and Mitzy started carrying the bags out and filling my car. The second trip they took, I heard a commotion and Mitzy screaming. The door was open and I could see her struggling with a good-sized youth or young man. There was a baseball bat beside the doorjamb that Mike had pointed out to me when we first arrived.I picked it up and flew out and down the steps. I could see that Mike was down and was being pummeled by another boy. There were.