I walked into the bedroom, eagerly anticipating a hot sex session.My wine-addled brain didn't spot it at first. Mindy gestured. I followedher directio..., to see a set of black rubber lingerie on the bed."Very nice," I said."I'm glad you like it, because I'm going to fuck you in it."I blinked."What?" You heard me. You're going to wear that outfit so we can fuck like mad.I'm going to put you on the moon tonight, love."I tried to protest, but only succeeding in stuttering and. The cuts a little deep.Probably from some broken glass.Bite down on this. I said putting a popsicle stick in his mouth.He bit down on it.I started putting the disinfectant on him and I heard the stick snap.I took two stick and put it in his mouth.I took a damp cloth and started to clean the cut.I took the needle and thread.I saw Hunter close his eyes shut and Ryan turned around.I pressed the needle in and started with his stitches.I held onto his hand as I kept stitching.He gripped my hand. It had, of course, been modernised overthe years.That it was mine was unbelievable. My name is Francis Donald, oftenknown as Frank or Frankie, depending on who I was with at the time. Theflat had been purchased by my grandfather as a highly speculativeinvestment, in view of the bombing, at the start of the Second WorldWar, and somehow escaped serious damage. He left it to my father, hiseldest son who left it to me, his only son when he died almost threeyears ago. I often wonder what granddad. I move my mouth to your right breast, while I unfasten your bra. This time it is much easier to find your nipple through your shirt. It is already hard. You feel like you are in heaven, you know that we haven't even really started yet. I kiss my way down your shirt until I reach the bottom. I kiss the little gap of skin between your shirt and your jeans. I feel you giggle as my nose tickles your belly button, as I slide my head under your shirt. I get back to the little space between your.