I haven’t had my head in the game for a while now. But it wasn’t about family, or dying, or any of that. Truth is, I wanted to think it was about ...ou, for a while there. But it wasn’t. It’s about me. And right now I’m feeling ready to fix all that, so I need you to get the fuck into the studio and play some fucking music.’ He smiles through the sad eyes. ‘Yeah. Sure, Jake.’ I don’t think he believes me, but who the fuck cares? I didn’t lie. That’s all I can give him. Brian hasn’t said much. We were around a two hour round trip to town so Maralee's dad told us that the adults would go into town and grab what they needed for one night because by the time they would get back we wouldn't be able to make it home. They asked us if we were all right with it, us three had to hide our enthusiasim and tell them we would be ok.As soon as our parents left Maralee and Marissa hopped on the back of the truck and kicked off their flip flops telling me to suck and fuck their little toes, I. Taylor, meanwhile, was quickly figuring out Kaitlyn's pleasure spots despite only meeting her this morning. And when I saw Taylor harshly shove three fingers into Kaitlyn's juicing cunt, I realized she had figured out Kaitlyn's penchant for rougher sex.I was hammering myself against Lindsay's asscheeks, and she was wailing a constant "Fu-, fu-, fu-," unable to complete the word before my hips knocked the breath out of her. Her inner muscles tightened around me, and for the briefest moment I had. " When she returned from the refrigerator, a button was undone and a freckled expanse of chest and decolletage moved toward me, topped with a pensive smile. She bit her lip before sitting down. "Well," Colleen put the beers on the coffee table and sat close to me on the sofa, "there's a little problem," she calmly put her hands on my lap, "my mom spent more than she was supposed to," her nervous eyes met mine, "but tomorrow is payday,"and her hands moved to undo my belt, "I can get you.