’ She grumbled beside me. She clutched at her books to her chest like the book worm she was. Her reddish brown hair was swept away from her face fro... a scrunchie hair tie. Her chocolate eyes had a bleak light inside and I immediately felt sorry. I sighed, and said, ‘No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blasted you like that. It’s just that I’m really under stress lately, and Ughhh!’ The pain was coming back inside my head because I was thinking too much of my problems, and it just pissed me off. Jon smiled and nodded in deference. ‘They have pretty simple gear,’ Jon said as he sat back down. ‘Nothing fancy, just a lot of talent.’ ‘You’ve always been such a gear-head.’ Andy rose and retraced his steps to the restroom. Jon ordered another round and watched her get up from the table. Her friend turned away to talk with someone else. He didn’t notice her approach until she was standing next to him. ‘You like my guitar?’ she asked. ‘Guitar and amp, both,’ Jon said, turning to face her.. All othersplease ignore this work from my twisted mind. Send comments [email protected]. I love hearing from you. Hell in a Cabin Written by 4playMy wife Mary and I had met in college and got married soon aftergraduating. We were both in the business world and doing quite well.We both worked long hard hours but made a nice living. After more thantwo years without a vacation we had purchased a townhouse and furnishedit nicely. When we. “You are a hairless, shameless sissy,” she taunted, “ and I think you are also a little stuck up. So see this? I am going to stick it up your ass hole. But I know a dry cone up the ass would hurt a lot, so first I’m going to get you to grease it up with some boy-lube.”With that, Frankie reached down between Isaac’s thighs and grabbed his cock and started yanking and wanking away. It took about five minutes of masturbating him in a kind of cock milking, but eventually the lad ejaculated a small.