“So, are you going to talk to him today?” Lauren continued, as she stacked the virtual logs in the furnace. “For what, Lauren?” Natalie gave ...he side-eye and the neck-roll this go ‘round. Her count was at five. “To get him some help,” Lauren added while sprinkling the virtual kindling with gasoline. “Not even. Lauren, please,” Natalie scoffed as her mental count landed on three. “Why not?” Lauren smirked while striking the imaginary matchstick. Natalie shrugged a response and her headcount. The girl sucking me then starting taking me deeper into her mouth. It is a weak spot of mine. I love the feeling. Well, she started to hit the back of her throat and there was a lot more saliva. I could not help it, but a moan escaped my lips. The girl sucking me did not need any more encouraging after that. I could suddenly feel that the blowjob was getting quicker and that the girl was getting further and further down my shaft and the expense of both her ability to breath and her gag reflex.. You probably don't want to know what the bitch did to him, or you've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for Matt, "the slut" is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that label with pride.We had our new beginning, Matt and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to join us. I took back more of Kennedy's personality for myself, those bits that Matt, and Kennedy, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me abuse him, I had so much fun. I stepped into a living room that had a huge, almost circular, couch. There was a giant plasma TV screen. It must have been twenty feet high and thirty feet wide. It was mounted to the southern wall. Below it was a giant entertainment center that was empty except for the wires that were rolled up on it. To the TV's left was a door that was open, and I could see that it was a bathroom.I spent the next twenty minutes exploring my new home. I found two bathrooms, and five bedrooms with beds in.