Once he was dressed my uncle told us not to leave our room until it was time to go home the next day and from now on he would be collecting his rent f...om both of us.Then he and my cousin left the room and I heard them laughing as they walked away. I went over to my mother and sat next to her, my cock was still hard and I felt a bit embarrassed but my mother just put her arms around me and I felt her skin on mine and her tits pushed against my body. She said she was so sorry and she cried a bit,. "Oh fuck..." Was all I managed to say before I had to run to the toilet and once again try to turn my stomach inside out."I'll be waiting for you in the breakfast room," I heard dimly through the closed bathroom door and the buzzing in my head.Much, much later, I finally staggered out of the lift and was told by the concierge that "Mr. Squires is waiting for you outside sir."I found my much too cheerful friend sat outside in his convertible BMW with the top down and some heavy rock music. It sounds like I'm creating a sect revolving exclusively around my philosophy, but I'm not. As everyone can see, Candice creates art too controversial to be seen by the public, especially considering her social status as a minor. This is going to sound incredibly ambitious, but I want us to create a unity of creative support; I want our gatherings to be not just meetings of bodies to create cosmic orgasms, but places to communicate our current work and to create a network to bring various. . no moaning or thumping or girls in the night."I believe I want to have another look at that damn door," John said ... to no one in particular in everyone in general.He got out of his lumpy bed ... it reminded him of sleeping in a foxhole ... the only thing missing was six inches of water. He made his way to the grand staircase and slipped on the fifth tread.To his dying day, John declared that it reached out and tripped him. Going down he whacked his chin on the seventh tread and the riser.