After those, his boxers gone to reveal a cock already primed, its engorged bulk weighing it horizontal, swinging a little with each step. I lay back o... the bed anticipating his arrival, parting my legs for him in anticipation of receiving his cock's blessing, the thing I had craved ever since kissing him back at Annie's garden.He lay down on his side beside me and I turned to him. We kissed again, and my hand went to his cock, cherished its bulk, Then I kissed my way down his abdomen, mapping. You have been grieving for a while now, you know that much.Ever since your girlfriend passed, you've felt loss. However, as time has gone on, you're starting to feel... lonely. You want companionship again, and not just the platonic kind. You're craving another romantic relationship. However, these thoughts just drive you to feel guilty for wanting another relationship so soon after your girlfriend's passing.She was such a handful when she was alive. So... insatiable. She loved life and lived. He would not be able to touch his tongue her tongue, to taste her nipple, to feel her pussy, to smell her ass. If today events were differently, then, after work, she would went home, boyfriend will hug her, and then, he will stuck her in the wall, lift her skirt, and fuck her hard, instead of him.He put aside the sexy blue lace. He liked to fuck girls' ass with the string on them. Her pussy was ready. He liked her ass view as she was bending on his office. He was keeping her bent with his one. I woke up having to piss like a race horse! I found a corner and emptied my very full bladder. I was tempted to head back to my make shift bed but it gets cold at night in upstate NY and my body was filthy with the smell of piss and dried cum. I decided to just go to Stephen’s apartment and just shower off. I couldn’t believe what a faggot I’ve become. I had three different cocks in me in one day. I’d become a real cock slut. I headed down the hayloft ladder. Once I reached the bottom.