You wanna get drinks?" Jack and I had been friends since the sandbox. We used to get into all sorts of trouble growing up, just juvenile pranks but it...still pissed off our folks. You probably know Jack by his nom de plume Sydney Holsted the Pulitzer Prize winning journalist who has interviewed Kings, Presidents, crackpots and Religious Leaders. "Man Flex you look like hell!" Jack said between sips of his Beer. "I told you not to call me Flex...we're not teenagers anymore!" I snapped back at. " I have an idea, although you might not like it." What is it?" If we open the blinds a little, he'll get a pretty good view of this place. If you kiss me, he might get the message and give up. On the scary side, he might escalate to the point where the police can intervene." Okay, I'm willing to give it a try."I opened the blinds. Immediately Scott looked up at my window to see what was happening. "We've got his attention," I said.Laura closed on me and took me in her arms. I was anticipating. Bubbles gulped, knowing what was expected of her and feeling completely debased and humiliated. Buster liked her face, and then went to where his real interest lay. His nose hit her butthole and then his tongue and she went head down ass up for him. Buster could smell his bitch in heat, and he didn't care who was watching. Bubbles closed her eyes in shame as she let him mount her naked body. This time she had given herself willingly, not by some freak accident or miscommunication. He was. Aslında o gün hemen boşalmaması için kısa kestiğim saksoyu hatırladım ve tadının damağımda kaldığını biliyordum. Güzel de bir şekli vardı. Şeytan dürtmeye başlamıştı beni. Ben böyle düşünürken sikine baktığımı farketmiş ki, rahat rahat baksana neden çekiniyosun diyerek elini hafiften kalçama değdirmeye başladı. O dokundukça "yapma" diyerek öteye kaçıyordum santim santim. Ama içimde birşeyler de uyanıyordu. Sonra kendi kendime " yahu istiyosun işte kendine itiraf et artık, ne cilveli orospusun.