It didn’t feel like we were making any progress doing the exact same thing every week. On Thursdays it was a condescending postgraduate student, she...��d always wear a tight blouse with a figure hugging woolly top and a short skirt and she had such a hot mouth. Nice voice too but she’d drone on for ages which made me want to fuck her mouth so she’d shut up. It was actually a good thing she talked so much as the more she talked the less we had to. We had the ones that would show up only for one. She would flash those perfect teeth, and her face would light up in anticipation of his asking her something.She was in fourth grade, getting all 'A's, while Danny was in high school, struggling not to get any 'C's. Her trouble subjects were his best, and vice versa ... making them a perfect brother and sister, both complementary, and complimentary for each other.She had boyfriends ... well, boys who were caught up in the 'Sandy' galaxy. She enjoyed being so popular; he enjoyed being around his. I went out the balcony, still not wearing a thing, and saw the room across from me with the light on. I recognized the stocky build that kneeled next to the figure on the bed. I was just in time to see her slap his hand away from her ass.He stood slowly in defeat, running his hands through his hair. With his head hung low, he turned and walked out onto the balcony. He didn’t even notice me at first, so I had time to go back inside and mind my own business, but no. I couldn’t resist the. I spent the next year drifting, trying to find another like her. But I couldn’t. I tried going back to my old ways, but it seemed hollow somehow. No matter how many sluts I fucked, or what I made them do, it was never enough. The sex was amazing as always, but it failed to alleviate the depression that always followed. A month after the funeral, I began to have trouble sleeping, so I started drinking until I would pass out. Had it not been for my best friend, Mike I would have most likely.