Amy had an obsession with flavoured condoms, so I obliged. Putting the condom on felt as though it took forever, with endorphins flowing and adrenalin... running high. I picked up her ankles and threw them over my shoulders once more. The tip of my cock was stroking her pussy, before the tip entered her tight hole. She gripped the pillow tightly. I pushed in a few more inches, until my whole cock was deep inside of her.Slowly retracting it, before entering again, and again, the friction began to. The second door was locked but the third door opened as she pushed it to reveal a very fancy bathroom. She went back to the fireside and spotted a neat pile of things on a chair in a corner near the fur rug. There was a large towel, a toothbrush and paste, a hairbrush, and a small bottle of shampoo, and underneath them all was a thick, woolen blanket.Alexa picked up the bundle except for the blanket and discovered a small slip of paper with tiny handwriting on it saying 'Pour une nouvelle. . but most of those are found in Greece, New York or San Francisco. It was damn big for the Lakes and there was a class of five if he felt the need to pit his skills against others of his ilk; millionaire Packing Barons, Rail executives, Real Estate developers."I don't see why not, how will you get home?" Daddy asked.While Grace and I were discussing options, Daddy put out his hand, "Niels?" Charles! Charles Bergqvist!" They hugged like old soldiers do."No more Bergqvist, please. Austin .... One taste and… haze… it feels good to drown your own pain by tasting other’s, especially if it’s good product. Good gossip. Real black and white Romeo and Juliet shit. High society and gutter trash. So pure you wouldn’t even know you were ODing until it was too late.And yet, the kid in me notes the curious fear mixing with their gossiping greed. As a kid in the dubs, I grew up with the pip-pip-pop-pop symphony of gunfire. They grew up with clean spoons in mouths and no cans of spam. Bastards.