She wasn't wearing the red dress any more.I didn't sleep at home that night. I slept in the truck behind the warehouse of the company I sub-contracted...for. I was still sweaty from the late mowing but I didn't care. I needed coffee badly, and some eggs and toast went well with it. I tried to kill time before heading home. I wanted to make sure Carla was gone.There wasn't much in the house that I was attached to. I grabbed all of my clothes and stuffed them in trash bags. I got a few papers that. I felt cock in my holes.“A natural slut,” Jack smiled. “Like me.”He leaned in to my ear and whispered: “You like cock, don’t you little bro?”I mumbled that I did. “You always wanted a big bro to play with, eh?”I nodded as best I could. “And how does it feel to have big daddy’s prick in your asscunt, bro?”I nodded that I liked it.“Now you know why I love it every single day,” he whispered. “Three big daddy cocks ramming me every single day.”He stood up and Ali made way for him. “Now suck your. Apparently in my now loosened lips, after a few beers, I was a little to critical about how she is only interested in fucking me after she has had something to drink or two or three. Honestly I didn't mind that much that she was like that, because sex with her was pretty much hum drum. The same positions over and over added to the fact that when she was drunk she rarely came. Sex with her when we first met was very much different than nowadays, but something changed which I can't quite put. Suddenly, an idea came to me.“Dang, we haven’t cleaned the paint brushes out,” I smiled, “they must be cleaned or they will be ruined.”I put my glass down and asked Chris where he had put his brush.“It is still in your bedroom,” Chris informed me, “I would offer to go and get it but she is in the shower.”I smiled at Chris and bravely said, “That’s okay Bud, I am open minded; I don’t care if you see her in the shower.”I couldn’t believe that I had said that to him, but I was happy that I.