. “Hhhaaaaghhh... hhhhaaaa... hhhhaaaa...” His jowls were all a-quiver. Then the flesh of his thighs and his juddering rump. “HHHHAAAGGGGGHHHHHH...!” The lust spurted violently. Again... and again... Again and again and again... All the time Quentin kept his right grip on Julia’s thighs, his belly still pounding her co-operatively jerking and wriggling bottom... Then, finally, still buried in her, Quentin slumped down... panting... wet-mouthed... eyes a little glazed. That had been good... Very. As I dried off, I took the time to admire my package. I'm not an egocentric person, but I enjoy my body. And my freshly shaved cock felt great. The skin was smooth, and my tip was shiny and clean. By the time I had dried off, the sun was staring to make its way down. It was time to play. I laid a clean, dry towel out on my bed. I reached into the top nightstand drawer and pulled a bottle of lube and a prostate massager. I set them carefully on the nightstand, closed the drawer, and. "let me put some clothes on" I reply."don't bother, you won't need them" you're looking slightly impatientI open the door and let you in, you're wearing frayed cutoffs and a red halter top (always a red halter top ?). You cross the room, gracefully shedding you're clothes as you go. You put one knee up on the bed and and lean over resting your weight on you're hands. You look at me over you're shoulder smiling and say, "oops"."lose the boxers." You purr and give me a look that sets my passion. “She’s alive,” Bethany said. “She’s in recovery and then they’ll move her to the ICU. She’s extremely critical, but the doctor said he’s cautiously optimistic. It sounds like the real issue was blood loss and tricky surgery because the bullet was in her neck. We’re taking Steve home, whether he wants to go or not, and then one of us will bring him back in the morning.”I sighed, “Fine.”I walked with the girls to the elevator and once we were downstairs, we walked to Kara’s car. My car was no.