I knew what they were doing. I wished I wasn’t so ugly. I don’t know why I was thinking that; it had nothing to do with anything; it had no meanin..., but then again, it did for me. I would be ugly at my daddy’s funeral. I was bawling, loudly bawling!I’d been drinking. I needed to drink. It was night time. The man sat across from me now; he was drinking too. I was still sobbing, I had to.“You feeling okay, Sam?” he said.“He was all I had left. All.” I said.“Sam the one thing I’m going to say here. ‘No, of course not. We learn to be better men from the experiences our mentors share with us. John, I am not like my brother.’ ‘Like him how?’ ‘I prefer to fuck females. What I do with my mentor, Mateus is simply a part of our bonding. It is important for us to express our connection physically.’ ‘So you don’t like to fuck men?’ ‘I am sorry but your question is foolish. Of course I enjoy being with men sexually. It is fun, but it is play, it is not the same for me as it is for Greg.’ ‘Then you. To his amazement, he could read the numbers. "Two, please," he said to the man behind the counter.The man put an iron pan on top of a grill and threw two logs into the fire pit underneath it, then put two patties of ground beef into the pan. As he cooked, he would sometimes splash the patties with wine from a earthenware jug, and at the end he tossed on some chopped nuts. He expertly cut open two bread rolls and put the patties in, then handed one each to Jack and Annie. Jack grinned.. I have a feeling she’d been planning this for quite awhile.Scarlett hopped up on the counter and spread her legs, exposing her bare pussy. She flashed a devilish smile as she grabbed a wooden spoon and began to gently play with herself. She chuckled while poking at her clit with the handle. “So Nipsie likes pussy” she chuckled while continuing to prod her own pink labia. “Do you like my pussy?”Again I refrained from answering, just giving her an encouraging smile.”Do you think DJ likes my.