Much like Wrath’s kingdom, Sorrow’s was a sterile, lifeless place. Even the skeletons that hung from the bridge looked like they’d never born fl...sh. “This is my center.” Sorrow said, gesturing to a mausoleum that sat upon a hilltop. The soil gave way to bare rock all around the structure, exposing its crumbling foundation. “Will you go in with me?” I asked her. “I might as well.” Sorrow shrugged, “It’s not like I have anything better to do.” We walked into the stone building, the miserable. My wife told him that she was on the ring and didnt need a condom, but was just not prepared to do that. Mark said he didnt feel the ring inside her when he was fingerfucking her days ago, Carol told him that she had it out, was going to start her period in a few days (this is normal). He told her that he didnt have any diseases or anything, but Carol insisted that they try something else. She got on her knees and held up her big tits, saying I can still fuck you with these, so Mark got to the. It was funny because on many of his sleepovers with Eddie, Philip and he had frequently discussed some of the older girls in school, some of the younger ones, and some of the female teachers regarding how they looked and how the two of them thought they might be in bed, but they'd never mentioned Eddie's mom and how sexy Philip thought she was. Eddie and Philip would lie there at night, unable to sleep because they were both so horny from imagining how they'd fucked and play with all the sexy. Tea glasses and cigarettes were consumed but our conversation was incessant. We had found a lot of common ground between each other: similar tastes in politics, literature, progressive values and of course, sexuality.We exchanged numbers. Her name was Olivia. After our first meet, we increased the number of our conversations. Most people don’t know where to start a conversation; we didn’t know where to end one since the various topics often overlapped each other. We met after classes, and we.