How Artie made a video of me wearing moms clothes and fucking him, the gangbang with his friends, the gay club that pretty much killed me, and the pro...titution. Then I told him how I was Kelly. He was paralyzed. He couldn’t believe that his own son was the one that he fucked the night before. I told him how Artie isn’t really a friend at all and that he has been abusing me for weeks now. My father was now pissed off. Imagine the Hulk, except 10 times worse. He was about to rush to the door and. "Never fucked me like that". "In the kitchen?" I asked jokingly. "Well. That to". Eve said as she turned the taps on the shower. "In the bum you idiot. I used to love anal but haven't had it in years". We stepped into the shower. The water was a bit cold for my tastes but it reminded me of the air hitting my head the night before. Eve reached over for her shower gel. I took it from her hands, squirted some in mine and began to rub her shoulders and back. Almost using the shower gel as massage. Instantly, your hand stills its ascent upward as every eye turns to you. Clearing your throat, I watch as you go about explaining some hidden thing you noticed. Your teeth are gritted throughout your telling, and I know you can’t help it, since I haven’t stopped playing with your enticingly hard cock. When finished, the boss seems satisfied with your speech and relaxes back in his chair, you however have gone even tenser, well except for your hand. It once again has continued its journey. . "This and this and this and this... " she replied. I got barely half the stuff back. Lissa rarely hangs her own stuff there anymore, and then almost as a lark. She organized the daddy/daughter show several months ago even though most of her work was tagged NFS. One was officially the property of the Whitney in New York. It was their second purchase, and the head curator called angling for a third. All twenty of my meager entrees wound up walking out the door opening night. That was a Friday..