The stone was cold on my skin as I remembered the events to the music of rustling, hundred year-old oak branches… For Five years we’d been ‘fri...nds’… you know the sort, always together, flirting constantly, fighting even more, always on the edge of either killing each other or fucking each other’s brains out. For five years we’d stayed at that impasse, unable to accept either solution as viable, likely, or necessary. Both pretending that our situation was exactly what we wanted, that we were. He was causing the bed to creak and the headboard to bang against the well-worn wall. It took more paint casualties along with it.Sometimes, Selena laid perfectly still like an emotionless silicone doll while getting relentlessly fucked by hard eager cocks. Other times, she seemed to actually get into it. Tonight was one of those nights.Selena writhed and wiggled under him. Her moans became more lustful by the second."Fuck my tight little whore cunt hard... hurt me," she whimpered.The man. Were they having second thoughts? Jason had said that it was all setup, and Jim was excited about the idea, but with them late, my mind was inventing all kinds of problems. I almost fell off the bed when I heard the loud knock on the door. Self-consciously snugging the robe around me, I quickly opened the door, only to be surprised by a young man with a cart. I had forgotten the room service I had ordered. He was a cute young thing, and I decided to play with him just a bit as he brought. He was not, and never would be a heavy-weight brawler like his step-father, but he was a superb antelope, not easily winded.Sitting back against a fence post beside a watering tank where lush thick grass grew from the ground-soak spreading from the base of the tank, Graydon was lost in his thoughts. He heard loud voices and stomping sounds coming from around the corner of the hay shed. He'd heard the sound of rocks hitting the wood beams and metal roof moments earlier.Stuffing the sandwich.