Moose can't make sense of anything, and he says "cunt" because it's terrifically unfair, sad, and true. She really did break up with him that day. Tal... about shitting on a guy when he's down.You know the story's true if you're embarrassed by reading it. Life's dirty, hurtful, and obscene. True stories mirror that fact. Maybe that's why fiction remains my main preoccupation.THE DEAD GUY'S NAME WAS Gabe Alpert. What happened was, one weekend just before Christmas break, Gabe thought everyone on. I stopped by the library where I knew she had a study group that afternoon, and once they were all gone and we had some privacy, we sat down, facing each other very seriously and grownup-like. "About last night," I said."What about it?" she said.Um, the rubbing your pussy for total strangers for money part? "You know, after we said we were going home for the night, and I went to the peephole place, and... uh, you did too." That wasn't me," she said.Now, you have to admit that was kind of a. I run my insistent fingers along my slit, feeling the lips all swollen, dripping with the need to be yours. I put my hand against the front of my panties, rocking my hips back and forth. I can feel the wet fabric slide against my palm, urging me to pull the panties aside and take myself. I know this would displease you, so I fight down the urge, wailing with frustrated lust."Oh Mistress, I need to touch my pussy, I need to put my fingers inside me. To take myself, for you, to shake and buckle. After she had me naked she dropped to her knees in front of me and sucked on my cock.Steve stood up and stripped. He long cock was bobbing around in front of him. I was the one who was surprised. Since the previous night, Steve had shaved his cock and balls clean as a whistle. Mine had been shaved for years by that point. I knew that was a treat Kelly would enjoy. Again, crazy that brother and sister both wanted to shave for each other, without having had a conversation.Kelly was focused on my.