My mind then wandered to Brad. Brad Facelli. One of the stars of Deering’s football team when I was only a freshman, and one fucking hottie to say t...e least. He was the second, or I suppose the third guy, to take me on this very bed. He was an arrogant asshole, that was for sure, and one rough fuck as I remember. Seems he takes a lot after his father. I wonder what his father would think if he knew his son had gotten to me before he had. His daughter too even… I tried to hide a laugh at the. She moved me under the blankets, pulled them up to my chin and joined me, her naked body leaking onto my thigh. I lay there for several minutes asking myself if it could possibly get any better than this.It did the following morning when Jennie once again made love with me. It was missionary this time, except that her legs were over my shoulders and she was bent in two. I couldn’t believe that she could even move, but she could and did, creating a rocking motion that rubbed my cock into the. But my words from today still hold their meaning. She is not gone, she has only become something else, and even if she has taken a form that my senses cannot detect, I know that she still exists, and that is enough o make me happy. Though I would by lying if I said that I wouldn’t prefer her original form.”“I love you Jack, and that is why it brings me heartache to see you in pain. But you know, it’s kind of nice seeing you this way. It’s nice to finally see you being a little bit vulnerable,. He was in all the way to his balls."Oh, my God, that is incredible. That feels better than I ever dreamed it could. Fuck me!”He rolled me over to missionary and commenced to fuck me with purpose. I held his biceps and watched his graceful muscular torso work every muscle group in his body. The rhythm was easy to match and soon his shaft was plunging me into a delirium I had never experienced before. The bed-board hammered against the wall and the sound of slapping skin filled the room with the.