I can tell you. I didn’t think I could handle being alone. I loved the house. I loved him. By the end, he had topped yet another level of cruelty. ... still hung on. I washed down the counter-top. There were divots. I did the best I could to smooth, even sanded with a fine grain but the evidence was clear. If he had ever gotten up to go into the laundry room to do anything other than to clean his pipe or to throw things away with the light off, there would have been cause for more concern.. Thank you people for the feedback on my previous stories. Keep on giving me feedback and I will keep on writing. You all already know about me. I am 22 living in Rourkela, Odisha doing engineering form a tech college here.Let’s come to the story. It is gonna be one like my previous story. If you have not read that please do. Its title is “Sex trip to Sundaban”. I request you guys to read it like a story and not just like something you can use to masturbate. I hope you enjoy it.The story is. As he said the bathroom was over therei was frozen for a second , my hearth pounding and i stood up as he sat down and roll somei got out after fighting the idea of running away , but once in the lingery i felt the desire to go out and suck himhe was lighting one up , waving at me to sit at his sidedress like a girl , at his side, taking the joint and looking at him unbucle then drop his pants sit back his bbc all up and wet at the toptook me the joint and said ''here girl , try some of this. Spontaneously, her body started writhing against Shaq while her pussy rippled along the entire length of his shaft, milking what had to be the last drops of precum out of it. It was in a trance of lust that Anna now repeatedly pushed down on Shaq with all the power in her arms, fucking herself onto his tool. Self-service like you never saw!"O-o-ohh. F-FUCK y-yeah!! FUCK'" she shouted while she continued humping him like mad, her face wrinkled by waves of lust."That's more like it! Yesss baby....