My purpose was to study art at the Sorbonne in Paris. My brother was a very pimply fourteen year old at the time. He was a constant and irritating lit...le shit ever since I entered puberty; he stayed that way until I left for Paris.My parents? They were on the verge of divorce by the time I left. Three years later, they were killed in a car/train crash. I didn't get home for the funeral because I never found out about it until years later. Anyway, I was incommunicado somewhere in eastern Russia. Then she looked at me, straight in the eye and as I looked down on her she began to lick like a kitten. At the feeling of her tongue on my dick I let out a gasp and pulled at her hair more tightly. I then felt her sliding her hand up my thigh, and around my cock as she closed her mouth around it. Just at that point, my dressing room door opened.“Hey Jay, great show man that intro was just - ” Zak looked at me, then to the slut that was blowing me and back again to me. He actually looked. A week ago I tried to light him up with a blowjob and he couldn’t get hard. It was like sucking on a wet noodle. When I complained, he told me to use my vibrators and dildos if I need to get off that bad. This morning we argued while he was packing his suitcase for another business trip.We were going through a rough patch. I couldn’t take it any longer and I decided to call my friend, Jenny, to see what she was up to. Jenny was a hot-looking black chick same age as me, and we’ve been friends. I wish I could have eavesdropped on the story Luz and Carlita told their pals. Chilly in here. Is it my imagination, or is everyone looking at me with ... distrust? Mom advised to be truthful!. The girls are waiting for a number ten coal scoop of pure BS from me.I don’t have enough presents for four girls! Improvise. I apologize and promise makeup gifts in the near future, to Flor and Bebe.Giving Luz and Carlita the wrapped presents containing the dolls, it’s random. The two dolls are.