An hour later, I'd be in her room. Worked damn near every time." Wait! You got him laid out of the kindness of your heart?" West smirked. "Paul, if th...s guy tries to sell you anything, don't buy it." Huh?" Paul looked shocked which was not too surprising given we were supposed to be business partners."Yeah." Sean spoke up before Paul could. "I don't believe that for minute either. You were getting something." Me?" I tried to look innocent. "I was openly displaying my love for my friend and. Her breathing turned into a pant as her moans got louder. Her inner-lips were actually grabbing at, and griping, my cock. I sort of chuckled as I imagined that she thought that if she made me cum, I might be too soft to enter her virgin hole. Little did she know that I could easily and completely control my mind, over my body, something that she obviously lacked. The pounding continued.She was now moaning and grunting. I felt that she was close to cumming again."So" I asked, playfully. "do you. I started to call her ‘Linda’, after Linda Eastman who had a similar ego and often sang and played keyboards (both excruciating badly) for her husband Paul McCartney’s band ‘Wings’. (Don’t believe me? If you look hard enough on the Internet you can find ‘Soundboard’ tracks from concerts of just her singing tracks. It raises the challenging question of demoting Yoko Ono from her throne of ‘Worst singing Beatle Wife who just won’t shut the fuck up’.) Darryl had been very talented, and the driving. “Do you want to do it again?” Alice asked. John sat quietly for a moment. “Yeah.” “You fucking bastard.” Alice said. “Alice, for christs sake. How’s this. You and I, are fucking great together. Just ignore sex, we are great together, almost perfect, we get each other right. I love you, you love me. But when it comes to sex, we just aren’t on the same page, it’s just not right. I want it a lot more than you do. When we have sex it’s great, it’s usually great, but it’s not enough. So what if I.