I smiled. “I’ll, uh, talk to you soon. I’ve got to go for now,” I said. I turned to leave. The bitter cold was waiting for me as I opened the...doors to the outside. Damn Minnesota winters, I thought, walking to the car. Couldn’t get warm if I lit a fire under my ass. I arrived home about five after two. No one was in sight. My parents were still at work. I set down my bag and undid my coat. Not thirty seconds after I had walked in the house my phone rang. My heart leapt. I hoped it was Alex.. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." As soon as he hung up I sprung into action. I jumped out of my chair and half sprinted to my dresser. I pulled out my sluttiest pair of pink panties and pulled them on over my hard five inch cock. I turned on some rap music and got myself situated on the bed waiting for him. Finally, the door opened up and Marcus strode in. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of sagging jeans along with his Air Jordans. He said, "Come here, faggot." I got up and walked. People have been doing it for years. My father used to do it."I leaned over and looked at his coffee."Look at that. It looks like an oil spill. Like the Exxon Valdez sank in your coffee cup." Oh, give me a break. Dunking is a time honored tradition. Some of history's most famous people have dunked." Yeah, with donuts maybe. I can't believe I live with someone uncouth enough to dip buttered raisin toast in his coffee." Not dip. Dunk." Whatever." How did the puppy hunt go?" Oh, shit. We really. Please breed me. I want your baby. I want to be your breeding slut. Whatever you want me to do I will.” She said sobbing now. “Good; that’s what I wanted to hear slut.” I said pushing her hard once more down on my hard cock and I erupted into her wet pussy. It was a few seconds before I was done shooting my entire load into her pussy. “Stay on top of me bitch I don’t want any juices getting on my couch got it!” I growled. “Yeyess sir!” she sobbed trying to catch her breath. We.