I hadn't thought about him and how he hurt me in a while...And then I heard the songs he wrote about me.Instantly, all of the memories came flooding b...ck. The good ones, the bad ones, and everything in between. I listened each and every song and cried the entire time. He even included my voice in several of his tracks. I'm flattered, but also pissed... why now? After so long, why is he dredging all of this up? Is he doing this just to fuck with me?Well, it's working. After nearly an hour of his. “Sometimes,” Mary whispered, “Sometimes.” “Sometimes what?” “Sometimes I wish you had three cocks, so I could take you everywhere at once.” “You want three men?” “No, I want three of you.” Tim laughed. “So I’m not enough for you.” “You’re more than enough.” She reached back and closed her fingers over his, taking control of Richard, The pressure of her fingers told him what to do, how fast, how slow, and how deep. Today she wanted deep and slow. She pushed his hand. No way anyone could catch that. You trying to fuck with me and get me off the team?!?!" Tyson yelled pissed off."Fuck off! You don't deserve to be on this team. You think you can be a captain, but you don't even deserve a uniform." Greg barked back. Hands grabbed Greg's arms preventing him from lunging at Tyson."I'm twice the man you'll ever be!" Tyson yelled back."Bullshit! I'm the star here." Greg laughed sticking his hands in the air as many of the teammates cheered in support of Greg. His. I quickly left a load of my sperm on the shrubs hoping that I wasn't pollinating any new species and, when they seemed through, I went home and jacked-off a few more times. Those were the best cums of my life after seeing raw sex, naked women, all these new and wondrous things.Then, the next morning, I was out shooting a few baskets and my next door neighbor came out, smiled, said hello and called me over. Odd, I thought, she had never really spoken to me particularly before."Yes, Ms. Ogden," I.