Although I discovered later that he was the champion of the track and field events but even, seeing him for the first time in the layers of the clothe..., I could tell; he was an athlete. Wide and thick muscular shoulders, narrow waist of about 30”. I could not take my eyes off his taut ass buns held tight with the CK briefs as he walked surely towards the bathroom. Of course unbeknown to him, I was enthralled by his body. It is embarrassing to confess but I know, many a times we crossed each. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and languished in as much as he could.He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over the top of his beer. Thirty more minutes and he'd give it up for the night. Find some kind of solace in a woman's cunt. He was charming, suave, enticing. It could, would happen, almost without effort. However, this, this was different, a different kind of solace.He scanned the bar again and sat. Il s’immobilise, complètement à l’intérieur, son bide gras sur mes fesses. - Ça va, ma chérie ? Tu n’as pas mal ? - Non c’est bon…- Tu veux que Abou te nique ?- Oui Abou, oui : nique moi !Il entame de longs vas et vient, m’arrachant un gémissement à chaque fois que ses lourdes couilles frappent mon cul. Je perds la notion du temps, jouissant de l’anus. Je ne suis plus préoccupé que par ça : être rempli, qu’il coulisse toujours plus loin. Dents serrées, je souffle d’une voix rauque pleine de. ”A long moment of silence followed. Then he sighed. “It’s lonely in my head,” he told her.Not understanding, Addison asked, “What do you mean, lonely?”He caressed her shoulder. “When you sit quietly, alone, your mind fills the silence with memories and thoughts. They float, glimpses of events, feelings, good or bad. They keep you company. I have nothing. I have a silent void, a blank slate, no cherished memories to keep me company. I have nothing to look back on with fondness, and nothing to.