And up. And up. I’ve become so familiar with the smooth fabric over my head, shielding me from those tears that fall down, full of pity for what I�...ve become. The slick, cool feeling as my hand brushes against it…the canvas is turquoise. It loves to look down at me, almost as if asking if I can remember the sky. I often wonder if I do remember the sky. I can’t help but feel like the sky was something that existed before this world. It was something to be enjoyed, like the warm waves of. I was caught like a deer in the headlights. I was completely naked, my hand was on my hard cock, and my clothes were halfway across the room. I saw Ryan looking at me. He was completely naked. His dick appeared wet and semi-erect (still very large). He yelled and laughed at the same time, “What the fuck!? Put some clothes on you pervert!” I got up and ran over to my clothes on the floor. By the time I turned around, Ryan was headed back upstairs. I didn’t see Ryan for the rest of the night. He. Then I decided to do something. I was going to kiss her. It's something I do most of the time after licking her pussy anyways. We usually make out after oral sex. She even kisses me after I shoot my load in her mouth a lot of the time. We make out with the cum sometimes. She usually sucks her cum off my dick after we fuck and usually once or twice during sex. But this was a first. This was me specifically making sure that she tasted her sweaty and dirty pussy. As my lips touched hers, I could. The game is gave and take, it's pretty close as we come down to the black. It's my shot and if I pot this then I win the game. It's a long shot and it ambitious, even though it's a win for me even if I loose. I still want to win for the pride of it. I line up the shot and take it.... it looks like it's going in but the angle is off and the black bounces of the cushion at the side of the pocket and it rolls away. Gutted. The black is lined up perfectly and Traci easily pots the black."I win" she.