Oh really? How old are you? I ask. Seventeen. No way! I exclaim. I know what youre thinking, Im no brainiac or anything- No, I totally get it. Im seve...teen too, I interrupt. Get out! I begin to get up and jokingly say, Alright. Hahaha, she laughs as she pours herself a bowl of cereal. She then walks over and sits unnaturally close to me. I like to pour a little chocolate sauce on top, she says then seductively eats a spoonful of cereal. She almost seems to suck on the spoon a little. After a. I thought about the free spending, freewheeling life we had been leading. The grey-faced man in the mirror had the grace to look embarrassed.DAWN"Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk."- Jean-Paul SartreI went to bed late - the bottle of dark rum my bedtime companion - and woke early to the brilliant sunlight streaming in the forgotten-to-close shutters. Staggering to the bottle of aspirin I. Janet glanced at the clock and looked hopefully at the front door. But it didn't open. She didn't know how much longer she could last without cumming.Miserably frustrated, the horny mother turned off the TV and went into the bathroom. Her cheeks flushed with the same as she opened the cabinet under the sink and reached for the vibrator.Her husband had given it to her as a joke a long time ago, and Janet had hardly used it since. Ordinarily, she preferred a good finger on her clit while jacking. Everybody else at the bar could hear it, I was so embarrassing. Not only was I unable to do anything to stop it but my wife had to suffer for my stupid incompetence.Another guy told me not to stress out about it and he bought me a drink.As I pounded down drink after drink it got darker. I looked up at the house and saw the light in Tom’s house turn off. My stomach was killing me.After a few hours the remaining guys told me I had been a good chap about all of this; so they would take me to the.