The young couple looked a little out of place, too clean cut for this part of town. The woman was also bursting out of her shirt and acted like she di...n’t notice or care. It took all of Jared’s self control to not stare but even that wasn’t enough. Eventually the couple asked for the check and were on their way.Jared was itching to get off by the time he was riding home. Between the thoughts about his mom and aunt and then that little bimbo’s juicy tits, he could barely keep from racing home.. How’s that for an introduction? I don’t know, it just feels weird to be introducing myself to my own fucking journal… Hah. I like that. Fucking journal. What would that be like? My own fucking journal? I’d probably have to start with Mark, even though I still think he’s a bastard, since he was my first. Then again, I’m the writer, so I could skip over that whole messy guy thing and start with Liesel. Liesel. Liesel… she was sort of my first, too. Not like Mark — I mean, the asshole practically. She knew he hesitated, but just chalked it up to him being shy. In all honesty for some reason, when they were intimate at all, she had to force herself not to think of Keith. Christy sighed, and Oryan stood to leave. Oryan was embarrassed. He stood, but Christy stopped him. ‘Oryan, wait. It’s OK. It doesn’t change a thing. I still care about you.’ Oryan smiled, ‘I know, Christiana, and that’s what I like about you. I don’t want to lose your friendship, but I think we should end this. ‘. I rose and left him there knelling on the floor and masturbating, and went to the kitchen. I retuned a few minutes later with a glass of wine, but didn’t sit back down immediately. Instead, I walked around him, inspecting, examining, sipping wine at my leisure. I saw his buttocks working just as hard as every other muscle, clenching and unclenching and then clenching again harder. I had never known that gluts got into the act, too. Who knew? I sat again in my chair, put my right elbow on the.