"She kissed me and whispered, “That sounds marvelous, but we should get back to the party.”“Okay, but I’ve made a mess of your gorgeous hair.�...�She ran her fingers through it, shook her head and it fell back into place like nothing had happened.“See? That’s why I wear my hair short.”Danielle left and went downstairs five minutes ahead of me and no one ever noticed.- - - - -January finally came and Jack left town on a Sunday morning. That afternoon Danielle called me to say that I could come over. "Burying my face in the pillow, I let out a long, pitiful moan. "Did I, ah. . ." Pass out?" M stated, finishing what she thought I was going to say."Yes, you most certainly did." I was going to ask if I threw up." That too," she added snickering."Oh God," I moaned pitifully as I flopped over onto my back and watchedas the ceiling began to spin about, again. "I feel like I want to die." You haven't done that yet, though I dare say you seemed to be ratherclose to doing so a few times last night,. 6WARNING: This story incorporates strong cuckold themes, including having sloppy-seconds with horny, cum-slut at a party. Please don't read if squeamish.In the past, I used to crave a bit of humiliation and would do some quite degrading things for kicks. I thought I'd compile a list of the 10 most depraved/pervy things I've done and write a short story about them each and post them on xhamster.The list:10. Drank a girl-racer's piss-puddle from the floor of the car park.9. Wanked off in a. I usually just cook my own dinner. Laura glances over at me, confused, but then shakes her head and continues talking. After a few more minutes pass, we pull up to my house. Maybe next time, Laura, I mutter, and thank you for the ride. I smile and shut the car door. I race inside and glance at the clock in my kitchen and it reads 6:43pm. Hes probably just finishing up with dinner at his house, and its just another hour before I can go to him. I quickly eat whatever crap my mother cooked me (a.