I remembered linking with her and I remembered that we made up. I didn't feel even a tiny bit of anger towards her anymore. I remembered, sort of, fal...ing asleep, but that had been around noon. I poked my face out of the blankets and discovered that the drapes had been opened and early morning sunlight was illuminating my room. That would have made it sometime around eight A.M. Had I slept half the previous day away? My linking with Isabeau must have really worn me out. Well, that covered the. The last thing I want is for either of them to be hurt. I was a total wreck when they found me; I was close to driving off a cliff or running in front of a truck. My ex had told me that I was a lousy lover, and what with all of her experience, I believed her. The sisters helped me to see that Belinda was the one at fault, not me." I didn't mean any disrespect Ken. I really am thankful to them. You are a fantastic lover and I feel great right about now." Thank you, but I have to ask; is tonight. Soon I was a regular cum dump for lots of older men who enjoy fucking young men in both the face and ass. I started letting my appearance go, as my grooming was not being maintained. I stopped bathing and often smelled of dry cum. Guys not only came in me, but many like cumming on me. They came on my face, in my hair, and all over my body. One day my Father came in my room and found me lying naked on my bed smelling of dried cum. “Arthur,” he bellowed, “Get out of this house! You fucking. She wanted desperately to close her legs; never open them again, but they were held impossibly wide appart!With his mouth and tongue Jake worked animal-like, performing his pagan ritual at the altar of his new bride’s cunt, and he watched her face, waiting for some sign of submissive arousal.But none came. Jake cooed softly into his bride’s pussy. Soon she would be begging him for it. He was going to give her a loving she would never forget!His hands slid under the backs of Sybil’s knees. Then.