Me: “Where are we going?”He: “You said na my place. We are going to the bus stop to catch the next bus back.”Soon the bus arrived. It was almo...t empty. We boarded it and reached his place.He said: “I share the flat with three of my friends.”Me: “So how will we do then?”He: “Don’t worry. I will manage it.”The door was half open and he pushed it. It struck open and the three of them were sitting in the center of the big room playing cards. They were in their shorts. They were startled to see me. Ive already hoovered 4 or 5 rails of powder and is swiftly inflating my desire to be bent over and roughly fucked up the arse by anybody that wants to..ive still got 45-50 mins until the e.t.a. of SCD and am findng it difficult to resist opening the net curtains of the window overlooking the carpark to give a complete stranger or 2 a free pervy look at a genuine hotel whore tv showing off in a window, and even a possible invite to the room..instead i open the room door fully wide and peek my. So, she'd taken to putting her hair up. Now her hair did nothing to hide the hard lines of her face or the mean set to her eyes; a look developed over time to shield her emotions from the world around her. Lynn stared at the face of the women in front of her. Is that what I look like all the time, now? Not just in meetings or in front of a commissioner or judge? Is that what my few friends and coworkers see? Good god, it looks like I never smile and my whole damn face is pulled tight. Like a. "Mom, Sandra, you can't just drop a bombshell like this on us. You both have been having sex with your sons for nearly two years now. Just because we're engaged, you're just going to shut the door? What about us? We've both spent time between your legs as well, and now we can't fuck the shit out of you too?" Keisha asked. All four of us were dumbfounded and speechless. Then Keisha yanked me to her. "Did you put them up to this?" she asked, before coming to my left ear. "I've taken turns sucking.