’ It was a very specific wish, one that he had contemplated the wording of for several days. He didn’t know if it would work, because birthday wis...es are a sort of superstitious thing, but decided his favorite numbered birthday would be a great time to make that wish. He took a sigh, and sliced the first peace of cake, and wondered if his wish would come true. ** Adam woke up the next morning and wished he didn’t have to get dressed. Being a closet nudist, he slept in the nude, and this morning. While I was fucking Karen, my hands were gently pulling her ass-cheeks apart so I could watch my prick going in and out of her pussy, also I had a good view of her tight puckered asshole that seemed to flex with every thrust I made.The sight of this made me realise that it had been quite a few months since I had fucked Karen’s ass. So I decided this was a good a time as any to do it again. I wetted my index finger with spit and began to gently press it into her ass, I kept applying spit all. Tre knew he had to get a hold of the situation. Starbucks, he typed. The 1 near u. He could tell she would be confused by that. She preferred Dr. Peppers in private apartments to lattes in public places. They usually met at his place or hers. By suggesting Starbucks, Tre knew Brittanys curiosity would get the better of her. It worked: OK. C U in 10 min. Tre texted one last message: Txt me when U get there, then grinned as he snapped his phone shut. He headed toward the coffee shop, his mind. I was so sick from headache and continuous vomiting that I was not able to form a single coherent thought. Okay, I would have liked to beat that bastard - Mr. Greg Older, who pulled me out from my self-destructive misery - but he was too clever for that, and he made his wife Laura take care of me. So, instead of beating anyone, I found myself apologizing to her all the time, because of the trouble and mess I made. I was tossing around and sweating like a pig while I was trying to sleep; that.