We remember people and conversations better,"Jill reminded me.I wondered if that was still true or whether my subconscious was tryingto protect me fro... a painful memory. "So, we're not seeing her," I saidfinally."Do what you want," Jill allowed."She can't see me like this," I said depressed."What does it matter what she thinks?" Jill asked."What does anything matter?" I wondered. My life was no longer my ownanymore. I had no career, hobbies, or love life. I was a ghost."Poor you. How about you. " She searched for a word.I said, "Shocked?" Not exactly. You had what my dad used to call 'the fish look.' Wide-eyed and openmouthed." Larissa and Charlotte embraced and laughed even harder."Well put yourself in my place," I said. "Charlotte, when you first came to stay here, how would you have felt if you'd walked in on Stacie and me in a similar situation?"Charlotte stopped laughing and smiled at me. "Jack," she said, "I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised. I knew you loved Stacie. His cock shuddered, and Denise choked as hot donkey-cum exploded against her tonsils."Christ!" the girl said. "What did you do to him?" She was jerking on the animal's cum-spurting cock as he pumped out his load.Denise kept choking. The donkey's cockhead was stuffed in her mouth like a fist, and it swelled enormously as he came. She couldn't get her mouth off his cock, nor could she stop the animal from shooting. She swallowed cum frantically, glugging down the donkey's steaming fuck-load, but. Small cries at first but growing louder in volume as the hard penetrating object continues to increase its pace, building the tension within as it penetrates her. Her cries begin to fill the room, her motions jerking on her bed, her skin covered in sweat from the exertion as she feels the pleasure building within. As her pleasure continues to build, she begins to grasp at nearby objects, her sheets, the bedside, anything on her bedside table as she feels the pleasure increasing and she needs.