As I pulled my boxers aside, my semi erect prick sagged out of my fly, and he made an exaggerated face of excitement. I repressed a grin and laid the ...ip of my cock to Angela's waiting mouth. Her lips curled round the helmet and she began a gentle suction. I shuffled forward and fed myself into her, feeling a flutter of desire awakening. My prick thickened in her mouth and I began to thrust slowly, keeping my hands in my pockets and concentrating on holding my rhythm. At the other end of the. Dirty Jeans are the mots fucked up invention ever. Is it stylish? Are you actually poor and dirty? I'm not sure... I get how ripped nice jeans are cool, like "oh these are classics, James Dean mother fucker." But why the fuck would someone want to look dirty? Are these like retro Mexican Jeans? Why would someone want to give the impression they just got done picking strawberries when they didn't? Either way -I'm in a bar and I'm drunk as shit. Let's all agree that we've had their fair share of. I was a dirty cheating slut and I'd betrayed the only man I'd ever love.I'd done it with my eyes wide open and I had no excuse. I thought about it and I wondered what I should do. How should I tell Chris?Then I made my second huge mistake. I decided that we needed to leave immediately, to get him back in Austin before I confessed. I was afraid that when Chris learned what I'd done, he'd kill King.Don't we always make our worst decisions for the best of reasons? As I stood in the room that was. All eyes were on this new girl. Everyone she passed gave her a hug or a pat on the back. It kind of reminded me of an old western movie when someone special comes through the bat-wing doors and saunters up to the bar. Who knew the Old West was alive in a two-bit girl bar in Oregon? The bartender told me the girl's name was Dani and everyone here thought something of her one way or another.She had a small frame, not much more then 5' 5" and 115 lbs. She could flash a smile that all the girls.