I’ve never denied that if there is a worse human being drawing breath than me I’ve yet to meet him. I am a bad person but I don’t want to change... I love who I am and what I am and I’ve found that there are plenty of people who seem to appreciate that I am efficient, easy to work with and brutally honest. I think the only thing that I was pissed about what that threesome I had been promised by my then fresh ex and best friend forever deteriorated into the difference between what people say and. Amy's back was cold against the glass as John lifted her up and down, her bottom squeaking against the windows with every stroke before her sweat lubricated it enough for her to slide. They must have presented quite the sight for anyone who could see, but as high as they were nobody probably could. Amy's eyes locked on the camera and she bit her lip hard. She'd always wanted be taken like this, totally and utterly controlled while a man's massive cock thrust in and out of her, pushing her to. “Oh my god,” she whispered and I felt her pussy twitch suddenly. “I’m coming.” As for the very first time I watched Grace orgasming, I felt another sensation. A wet warmth filling my lap. She was peeing on me. Hot urine was flowing out of her as she came, the orgasm stopping her from holding it in anymore. I felt it trickling over my legs and into the bed. I looked up at her, her eyes blazing and her face flushed as she held my hands on her boobs and I came then, a climax that made my balls. Quarter after eleven is far too early to get up. Back to sleep. I walk into the living room in my deceptively small apartment. It’s got so much space but it’s all vertical space and no one sleeps on the ceiling. The room is cold, maybe a little under 65 but I like it when I can pile blankets on top of me. I shove off all of the crap on the couch and throw on a blanket and slowly fall back asleep. When I see again I’m back in my old house, the house I grew up in and the house I lost my virginity.