I particularly hate editing my work too. So I’m sorry if there are too many mistakes. I get ideas and then go with them. When I woke that next morni...g, I was both relaxed and stressed. I knew that I was going to have to go back and go through that ordeal again. I went about my day as normally as I could. I worked, I came back home, and then ent my girlfriend off to work. She is a bartender for now and she always worked Thursday, Friday and Saturdays. The rest of the time she was also in school,. I reply: “Wait a moment. Let’s first have some champagne”. I hand her the glass, we chink glasses and drink. I am nervous and drink all the champagne at once. “Wow, what’s that?”, Masha asks. “You drink a glass of champagne at one swallow”? With shakily voice I say: “Masha, your words of yesterday kept me awake the whole last night and I made a decision”. I show her the casket, open it and ask: “My beloved Masha, will you marry me”? I close my eyes expecting her answer. Masha’s breath has. When Blake let go of Tiffany hips she stood and demanded that Josh, Blake and James fuck me. The three of them rammed my butt in consecutive session, In was whimpering and whining from the punish I was receiving from their massively huge penis muscles. My legs were trembling form the onslaught and Tiffany was standing over us stroking her hardening cock. Finally Tiffany said 'move out the way,' and she mounted my sloppy stretch open anus. Placing me in a chin lock Tiffany pulled my head back. I once again, returned to my kitchen. I was feeling nasty, whorish...the wetness between my legs caused me to think of just walking back up stairs and throwing me at my son. Still, I knew that my son wasn't quite ready...and the time was passing quickly; I was already past the 6 o'clock hour. I felt that I had to proceed in a cautious way.I called in for the pizza. Within 20 minutes, the next stage of my plan was going to be put into effect. My confidence took a shattering hit, when right after.