Of course the cruel irony was that Paul was too spent to get very excited about the spectacle. But he filed those images away in his memory bank, know...ng that he would be fully prepared to given them their due appreciation in good time. Before long, Marcy was wrapping the towel around her sopping hair and grabbing one of the plush white bathrobes hanging from a hook near the door. Without another word, or even so much as a sideways glance, she paced out of the bathroom. Paul snorted in contempt. I banged my fist hard on the wooden table, causing Alex’s empty beer glass to fall off and smash onto the floor. The waitress came over and asked me if everything was alright, and I lied, saying that it was. I decided to pay my tab and hit the road. As I was waiting for the check, I smelled, over the beery scent of the bar, a sharp but pleasant perfume. I looked up and saw a blonde woman standing next to me. Being a man, I noticed that she was not bad looking, with a pretty good body. She. You had one Spring, one Summer, and only one Winter. Some people didn’t have much of an Autumn, and some people, their Autumn lasted a very long time. Sometimes you didn’t get an Autumn, and your Winter was cruel and quick, so quick, and so efficient, that you didn’t even know you had it. Susie was lucky. She had a long, long Autumn. She had plenty of time to get ready for Winter. Maybe his father was right. She had wandered off because she was ready to die and didn’t want to die in front of. ” Whores know the easiest and safest position when a man is as large as Ian: he sits on his lap. Christine lubed up Ian’s dick with spit and pre-cum. As she lowered herself onto him, Alec and Karl gasped at Ian’s size working its way up into Christine. When the head was in, Christine shook her ass as if to shake something off. Actually, her ass wiggling allowed Ian to enter her. The two worked themselves back and forth. Whether Christine’s moans were fake or real, nobody knew. Ian’s were.