Why don't you spend the night here? We have lots of rooms. The three of us can spend the entire night watching the Twilight movies. Io think we should...all go watch it so that you know what you are missing!!" Sara becoming too pushy.Unfortunately for Charles, his mom Sara was a Twilight fan-atic. The novel-film series had lots and lots of fan-atics, mostly females of all ages. Like most guys his age worldwide, he hated the novels, the film series and the actor who played the role of the leading. The other two gentlemen were called Jaden and Christian. Martin was probably in his early to mid 30s, tall and handsome in a classic way. He was wearing casual business attire. Christian I guessed was in his late twenties or early thirties, he was dressed more casually than Martin, and his tight shirt hinted at a very, very toned body. Jaden was dark skinned with brown smouldering eyes and the sweetest of smiles; I guessed he would have been in his early to mid twenties. All three of them. And he generally didn’t hallucinate, so he didn’t think he was psychotic. He looked around his dorm room and focused on a pile of clean clothes that had been sitting in his laundry basket for a couple of days.“Would you mind folding those clothes?”The elderly man walked over to the pile, picked up a wrinkled blue t-shirt, and carefully folded it.“Jesus,” Mark said. “Are you a genie or a maid?”The elderly man looked back quietly.Mark seemed confused. “How come you’re not saying anything?” Mark. It slid in with ease, and she took it to the base. "Ohhh, that feels good." She moaned, making eye contact with Tim. She begins riding up and down, holding onto her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She never broke eye contact with Tim. She stared into his eyes and smiled. As she rode me, I couldn't help but wonder. Wonder about the rage that is brewing in Tim, as he watched me with Rebecca. Rebecca continued to ride me, gracefully moving her hips, our rhythm syncing together. It's not only good.