He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body: it was thin and her skin was taut but for a couple of fine wrinkles on her flat stomach. Her shou...ders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her right breast. Summer had been right: her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several. He groaned in response and surged into me with all the more ferocity. Sweat beaded on both of us as he began to rhythmically enter and exit my slit. The pain was searing and I felt like I was being ripped apart.Like so many times before my body began to respond to his touch, his pumps inside of me became smoother and he bends down to kiss and lick at my collar bone and neck, and one point even licking the tears from my cheeks.“Oh Angel. Angel fuck you are tight!” He moaned into my ear, I. She has never talked to me outside of work and my first thought was something was wrong with the floor. “What are you doin?” she asked. “Watching TV, eating some left over chicken.” “Did you look in the bag yet?” “I have”, I said. “What do you think?” “I think they are cute.” “Cute???”, she was questioning. “Well I think they are sexy.” “Sexy like this?” Like what, I thought for a moment to myself. Her next message was a picture of her wearing what looked like the panties she gave me in the. He is twenty-one years old, and alone. Perhaps in part by choice, as he feels so out of place in groups, and at parties. He also feels things far too deeply, he is overly empathic for one of his few years. But he knows, deep down, that society had rejected him, no matter how much he would like to romanticize the opposite. Sighing, he picks himself up off the stoop, brushing dust off himself, and turns to the dingy building that he calls home. Perhaps it was once a beautiful place, late at.