1 December 2017 EditionAbout Al and ChaosThe ‘Al’ in this story is Allyn Robyn Evans Adams. More is told about him in the story Finding Home, whi...h is an action / adventure story with graphic sex scenes and it is not recommended for young readers.Sixteen year old Al is devastated when a drunk driver causes a car collision which results in the death of all his family, except his father, who he was never real close to. He inherits the businesses and assets of his mother, uncle, and his. I have never seen someone have multiple orgasms so close together. The whole time her head board was slamming against the wall and she was wailing as if I was killing her. Crap, her Mom had to hearing this. If I hadn't been so involved at the moment I would have died of embarrassment.Tami grabbed my face and forced me to look her in the eyes. She had an expression on her face I had never seen before, raw lust. I was drowning in the pools of her brown eyes. I felt our connection deepen in ways I. You begin to move within me and I gasp, feeling the voluptuous sensation of you all the way in, holding me up, supporting me, plundering your prize. Oh my god… it doesn’t end… ‘…the way I feel…’ I close my eyes, blinded by the afterglow of the fire onstage, taking one of your hands and knitting my fingers with yours. I’m imagining the painted expanse under this shroud, imagining your lovely flesh pale against my midnight breasts, stomach, legs. I’m imagining, as below it occurs, your cock. “Could he be seeing anybody else, an affair?” asked Terri.“Who’d have the bastard?” snapped Barbara.Terri refused to reply. “Listen, you need to relax. You are as tight as a drum. You need to have another drink or two and then relax. Can you stay late? Kids expecting you home?” Barbara shook her head. Only Rusty was at home, the others were staying over at friends’ houses. Rusty was fine by himself. “Would you like a massage?”“A massage?”“Yeah, you know, a backrub type massage? You have no idea.