I was an only child, named after my grandfather on my mother's side. Born in Angola, Indiana and lived there until I went to college. Didn't go far fo... that. I graduated from Notre Dame and can proudly claim to be one of the fighting Irish.aroslav: You're Irish?JACK: No. But I was raised Catholic and back in those days Notre Dame was the place to go. As far as I was concerned. And the image of Fighting Irish was pretty much wasted on me. I played some intramural basketball, but no varsity. She just stared into the fire, Marik cradled against her chest. Coming up behind her, James let out a sigh."You'll catch a cold." He placed the blanket over her shoulders, the blue covering falling down the back of the chair. Taking the ends, he wrapped them around her, careful not to cover Marik's head. Unsure what else to do, he moved his hands to her shoulders."I love you, Ewa. You know that."She was silent. He cursed. She had known this day would come. Had talked about it. Accepted it, even. "Just by my dildo. Oh, shit!" So, how's it feel?" I asked."God, I love it!" he said. "Fuck me harder!"I took him at his word. I picked up speed, slamming my cock harder and harder into his ass until I was going as fast as I could in the position we were in. He kept begging me to fuck him harder. I was pummeling his ass, making the bed bounce on its springs, banging the head of the bed against the wall. I really hoped the room next door was unoccupied. Otherwise, we'd be giving quite an audio. I thought I would suggestthat she come on over, spend some time with me...away from my parents. When I approached Andi, I asked her if she would like to have a sleep over with me. I told her I would be apartment sitting, and I thought a Girl's All-Nighter would be fun. Of course, my mind was also racing with images of what I would like to do to her again. I almost laughed out loud when she responded, "Ooh, so we can fuck and not worry about who will be home, when?" lol, who knew that her mind.