He even blushed. No ‘thanks’ came out of his mouth, but I could tell he thought about saying it. I guess that was a start.Of course, I chose this ...oment to discuss personal economics: Meaning that the loser was eating me out of house and home, and starting this weekend, he was paying for half the groceries. That twisted his shit up, real good, given the raise he didn’t get a chance to celebrate. Face got all red. I swear that tears were about to pop.Entitled little bitch.“Look k** – you don’t. He was fucking her, so of course it was fucking good.She twisted and pushed, feeling herself rise beyond what she could hold. He was still moving when she came back down."Oh God," she whimpered. "I'm coming again."It was just one climax after another, each stronger and harder. She lost track of everything except the need to come, and the release afterward. Finally she touched the top, and managed to hold it, curling in on him and herself until there was nothing but the moment."Okay," Mark said. Then she slowly pushed my head down onto her cock until the tip rested in the same spot. I gagged a little bit, but was able to relax and continue.The taste of rubber filled my mouth completely and I felt her clench a fist into my hair. She pulled my head away and looked down to see that her cock was wet with my spit. She rubbed it at my face level and asked, "How do you feel now?" With a mouth still full of rubber and spit, I swallowed and answered, "Like a slut." She smiled proudly, "My. I don't know what I would have done if Stella hadn't decided to come to Stanford with me.She did though, so there was no point dwelling on it.I could tell Keira was getting a bit distressed as the night wore on, our time was slipping away. When she went home tomorrow night with mom and Dad we probably wouldn't see each other for at least another two months.It was about midnight when Keira ushered Brian out the door. He was quite evidently crushed to have to leave them, and I swear he got a.