Her eyes were looking right into the camera; it wasn't a flattering photo, not posed which kept her body from looking firm and young. The other photo ...as one of her bent over the bed, her ass standing up, fresh from being fucked. It was very graphic, with her labia still spread open from having a large cock in her, and there was a large quantity of cum running out, dripping.... Just like some of the hardcore photos she'd seen online.Of course, there was a note as well."Drive yourself to the. " He took a deep breath. "Anyway, Molly came into my room, Sean. She was still crying a little, and she was limping pretty badly, kind of shuffling along." Yeah?" I wanted to offer encouragement for him to go on with his story, because he needed to tell someone, even though I really didn't want to be the one to hear it."And she started taking off her clothes. She was wearing, like, a dirty t-shirt, and a scruffy pair of jeans, and she took off her t- shirt, and then sat on the edge of my bed. Do you think you'll flip after one evening on Pernod. Goddamn it, I was only kidding."She leaned back and rested against Bob's arm, feeling more relaxed and slightly lightheaded. The drink certainly did taste different, but it wasn't really strong flavored and it didn't dull her head as the martinis had earlier. The glow was there but it seemed to bring her senses more alive rather than to dull them. A strange new giddiness seemed to pervade her whole body and she sipped heavily again as she. I said a few things I don’t remember, things that made no sense, as they crushed me between them.“Like that?” Mark whispered in my ear. I nodded sharply, unable to speak. My feet waved in the air as they ground into me, every nerve between my legs awake and screaming from pleasure. My breathing increased with their thrusts. They worked together, slowly at first, but picking up speed, increasing depth, pounding harder. Paul was watching himself sink into me and I reached up and hooked an arm.