My body couldn’t seem to get close enough to his.He would ask me to read some sections to him, so he could close his eyes and drink in the sensation...and the wicked words. In between the spoken text, I’d remind him, now and then, not to cum yet. By the end of the story, my hand was drenched in his pre-cum and his ass crack and lower back was soaked in mine. I was stroking his cock and pinching his nipples and biting his neck, as he was rocking back into my swollen thickness.We both slowed to. “Here,” I say, turning to the extinct animals section, “this is what he says he was hunting. What got him in the chest and broke his ribs.”“Aurochs,” Danny reads. He turns to Hugo. “You hunted this?”“Yes, when I am hurt,” says Hugo. He reaches over to turn the page to the mammoth drawing. “And this, other time. Many others, pictures here.”Now Danny’s looking at Hugo a good deal closer, I think looking for something different about him. But there isn’t really anything, I’ve looked a lot closer. I could easily pick out the Brits and the Americans on the bus. The former were wound tighter than a piano wire and the Americans were bubbly and excited. I tuned those out. The Scots were blasé about things and I guess they did not feel what the English did in Northern Ireland had anything to do with them. Either that or the Scots on the bus were all Highlanders. I would come to learn that little things like IRA bombings and British police states were not their concern. They could always head. At first he felt like a teenager watching a porn video, a little envious, wishful that he was the one doing the fucking, and then it dawned on him. She was a slut, and now his own bitch to do with as he damn well pleases. A moan escaped his lips causing Fix to glance over and see him cock in hand. No words were spoken, none were needed. Fix, pulled out of Constance’s cunt and gestured for Stan to sit on the bed. ‘Yeah homeboy, let the bitch ride her masters cock and see how it feels’. Constance.