I reached up and slammed his face on the cushion over the sofa arm, grabbing his firm hips and stood between his wide spread legs as he struggled with...me to get free and get up. Mother fucker, looked so sexy. His arms were waving like crazy, his skirt was pulled up, his ass was all open, defenseless vulnerable with no protection but just the thong, that was looped through his ass crack. God! He truly looked so sexy, my cock was going to beak, it was so hard. I just could not resist and pulled. A deep moan came from somewhere deep inside her chest. She must have been thinking about this for a while too I thought in a fraction of a second. The idea turned me on even more. I pulled her skirt up and her panties down. "Nice thong" I said to her while I was tossing it in a corner. "Just shut up and fuck me already" she said finally having the best of my jeans belt. Needless to say I was more then hard already. She pulled my pants down and opened her legs up leaning on one of the tables. I. I’m beginning to wonder if you’re even mine.” I can’t even come up with anything to say.I just stand there staring at him and his stupid face. His black hair is combed over trying to hide his balding scalp. “You’re such a sissy,” he laughs.“Where’s Ashley?” I ask. “Why?” he asks. “I just want to know,” I say, getting irritated. I hate him so much. He’s such an asshole. Why can’t he just leave me alone. “When the hell are you going to get a job and move the hell out?” He asks. “I got a job!” I. I know this sounds like I’m making a big deal out of nothing, but it just makes me feel incredibly good that I’m getting body and soul together. Most of the time. Dealing with my girlfriends sometimes busts me into a bunch of pieces and I completely lose track of who and when I am.But most of the time. Most of the time I’m feeling like a whole person again. Or maybe for the first time in my life.Martin had joined us to study Sunday afternoon and it was okay. Not sure what he was expecting, but.