Ryan had beat him so severely. She rubbed his back for a second but stopped immediately. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... " she cried into his shoulders... still sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "I'm such a bitch... I hate him... I fucking hate him... It's all my fault... I hate myself... I'm such a bitch... I'm sorry... "Half of him tried to hate her, wanting to push her away and tell her she was right. But the other half was leaping for joy, his heart racing, that she was in his arms, the girl. “Farm life means getting up at the crack of dawn. I can’t seem to shake it – even when I’m hung over. You look mighty freakin’ chipper.”“I didn’t drink,” Hailey said as she sat opposite him and poured some coffee. “Phil wanted to cut loose so I hung back in case someone needed something.”“Cool,” Mitchell said. “The few times that we partied here before he was always sober. He’d drink when we were somewhere else but never here. He must trust you.”“I hope he does,” Hailey said. “Do you want some. She smiled wide as i was rubbing her thong over my hard member, her eyes said she wanted me but her body said no.i had stood there long enough i stopped with the rubbing and i sat on the edge of the bed next to her, i lent in to kiss her soft red lips and as i did i felt a hand on the back of my head she pulled me in close and we kissed hard and passionately i found it weird to start with but feeling her tongue rolling over and around mine moving together made it feel right.her hand started to. I said a few things I don’t remember, things that made no sense, as they crushed me between them.“Like that?” Mark whispered in my ear. I nodded sharply, unable to speak. My feet waved in the air as they ground into me, every nerve between my legs awake and screaming from pleasure. My breathing increased with their thrusts. They worked together, slowly at first, but picking up speed, increasing depth, pounding harder. Paul was watching himself sink into me and I reached up and hooked an arm.