It was nearing the end of the month was when this story starts.Casey came up to me when I was doing some painting and asked me if I could help her. Sh... needed to move some things around in her apartment. She was wearing a pair of short shorts, and a tank top which accented her tiny breasts , so how could I refuse. One piece of furniture was the sofa ,when we slid it away from the wall , surprise I said. Casey's face turned two stages of red when I pointed down to the floor ,I said this must be. " "Okay John, whatever you want. Please tell me, where are we going?" she pleaded."You will find out when we get there. So stop asking or you'll feel the back of my hand. Okay?!" he proclaimed. A single tear fell from her eye, she quickly wiped it away as she looked out trying to figure out where she was and where he was taking her. As she looked out nothing seemed familiar, they were in a dark dank part of town, where the warehouses and storage units are. Nothing good ever happened to people. She will save the condom until they are gone home, then she will make me lie down on my back and pour the cum into my hungry mouth.If the guy she is fucking is her boyfriend or my best friend Dave they will cum in her gaping hole and I get to suck the cum and pussy juice out of her. I like it when Dave fucks her because he likes to be fist-fucked while he is enjoying my wife.Over the years Dave's asshole has grown to except my hand all the way up to my wrist. And when I pull it out of his ass. The thought popped into my mind that by moving on she would have avoided getting a cigarette put out on her butt. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Indirectly, the cigarette burn was my fault."Let's not think about that any more, okay?"But Laura wasn't ready to stop. "If we hadn't met I wouldn't have this ring." If you hadn't asked me to spend a weekend in the hotel with you I wouldn't be lying here with a hard-on." Oh?" Her hand moved down. "Oh, you do, don't you."That is when I.