“Me too. Thanks for letting me spend time with Francis. It means a lot to him at the moment,” Sue’s expression showing her raw feelings and emot...ons for both of her men.I couldn’t resist the hanging thread that her expression showed. “And not just him, baby. I think it means a lot to you as well.”My tone and expression weren’t accusing, it was conciliatory. A kindly professor rounding out his student’s sentence. Adding the missing clause.Sue smiled. She took my comment in the spirit I’d. Matt Smith was a small man with brown hair, quick, blue eyes and an engaging smile. He had delicate features and slender short stature that belied his deadly skills. They thought of him as the “assassin” for his prowess with a knife, but never said that name aloud.Grey hair topped the final man. He wore custom blazer and crisp, ironed slacks. Clearly he was not a contemporary of Michael. Yet his concern was written on his face. And anger lived in his eyes. It was Michael’s law. ..flattery is nice and all,but it just doesn't beat self esteem. Two, if you are going to punchsomeone in the face, at least get training first so you don't break yourhand. And finally, people are shit. That is people in general, notspecific people (who can sometimes be decent), but people as a group arejust shitty. In less than a week I went from being in love and havingthe best experience of my life, to being a social outcast and having myheart crushed.----I met my third "Real" man some. Help me cum now.” Alisa was the first to wrap her lips around my cock, making me laugh. “The lesbian loves my cock now, don’t you?” She looked up at me and smiled, she took my cock from my mouth and passed it to Brittany. The girls took turns sucking me till I could hold back no longer. I pulled my cock from Alisa’s mouth and started to jerk myself hard. I grunted hard looking down at the two beautiful faces with their tongues out. I closed my eyes, grunting one last time. I shot load after.