Even though Nebraska was colder, it was bright and sunny and there would be a fire in the fireplace at night.I had no friends to speak of. I didn’t ...ant to spend my time hanging out with the stoners in the dorm, so I was spending most of my time alone. Or in the gym. I saw a lot of my classmates with their noses up against their iPhones or playing on some game machine. I wanted to beat on something and a racquetball was pretty safe. Most of the time it didn’t beat back.Sure, there were people I. He knew this, but continued…“Did you hear the fucker’s head pop?” Smiled Lansky. “Pop.”“Terrible.” Said Dr. Jager in a congratulatory tone. He glanced over his shoulder to see Bettie Rage, X’s balls pushing against her chin, form an impressive unbroken length of thick snot, spit, and vomit from her mouth to the floor. “Seriously. The bitch, she lives here now?”“Who?”“I have work to do.”“I guess I do too.” Lansky watched the good doctor hobble off, all bent and broken in his too large for his. Then after some time, he started squeezing my dick in his ass. This gave me a signal that I should now start fucking him and that even he is relaxed. I started fucking him.I went deep and came out completely until my head of the cock was still in his ass and then pushed it back again deep. He was moaning and pushing his ass on my dick. I fucked him in that position for almost 20 minutes then I removed my dick. I didn’t want to come yet.I went out in the living room to get the bottle he got. And. I blushed."It was a present from a friend, a very dear friend," I said, the memory of my Christmas surrender making me choke up."Oh, I see..." Felicity seemed to understand without need of explanation. "Lucky her!"I wished I could have said 'lucky me, ' which had been true not long ago, but was not at present.I knew that the Cambridge term was ending soon, and Em would be mostly free for nearly three months, though I remembered she was attending a symposium on criminal psychology in Chicago in.