" I picked up a permanent marker and walked over to the only wall left in my apartment that did not have several large cracks running through it."You ...now the poem 'How do I love you, let me count the ways'?" I asked looking back over my shoulder before turning to the wall and writing as high up on the wall as I could reach 'HOW DO I LOVE YOU LET ME COUNT THE WAYS'. Under that I wrote '1-COCK IN CUNT'. I looked back over at Tillie, she was screaming in ecstasy and already making orgasmic fuck. Johnson knocked. Thedoor opened... it was chained, so it only opened a bit. Whoever openedthe door must have recognized Mrs. Johnson, because the door was closed,then opened again, and Mrs. Johnson walked in. I followed.Rap music was playing. I smelled incense. The place was all done up inreds and blacks, and the lights were dim. A black guy stood inside thedoor; he was dressed, well, like a pimp.He said, "Mary Johnson. How you been, girl? It's been too long."Then he looked at me. He looked at. With her sphincter muscle a bit more relaxed, I again pressed the head of my dick against the wrinkled little target and I slid in to about mid-shaft. A few more easy insertions and soon my whole eight inches were hidden from view. Julie began to move up and down on Bob’s dick. I was standing behind her with knees bent holding on to her little tits from behind. I began to fuck her asshole. Bob and I got into sync. First, he would penetrate her pussy then I would plunge deep into her ass.. “No I’m saying I wouldn’t have known about it, and so it wouldn’t have bothered me.”“Don’t you think she’d have come home and told you she’d found someone else?” Keith asked.“I don’t know, maybe if I hadn’t gone to Munich, it would just have been a summer fling, and over now. I just don’t know.”Kathy took hold of my hand and started to pull me towards the doors.“Come on,” she said, “I’ve changed my mind about the cinema, let’s go for a walk.”Mike looked over at us with a nervous smile.“Kath, I.