We have a good life, but I don't want any more drunken fucks like the night before last. I want separate beds. I'll eventually want my own room when G...vin moves out," Nat stated."You don't want a divorce?" Wayne asked."Fuck no. We'd lose the business if you had to divvy up half to me or pay out, wouldn't we?" Nat replied with a question of her own."Yeh, pretty much," Wayne admitted."I'm hoping we can get on as friends; might be that I won't mind the odd fuck if you up your game. But after today. The other man started to play with my pussy with his fingers then put his mouth on it. I ended up back on my back with one man feeding his cock to my mouth and the other buried man had his face buried in my muffin. I was being a slut! I did not even know these guys name. Then the one man got up and started to rub his cock head up and down my slit getting ready to fuck me. "You need a rubber, I am not on the pill." I said as I grabbed his cock fighting back the urge to take him into my cunt. He. A bright, unnatural light abruptly pierced the stolid darkness in the cellar. Growing brighter, a hole appeared in the air, which rapidly expanded to the height of the cellar's ceiling. A moment more, and two figures emerged. As suddenly as the light and the hole appeared, they disappeared, leaving the two strangers alone in the room.Jake turned to where he figured Talamia was. "Where's the light switch in this place?" I don't think there is a light switch, My Lord. I don't think there's any. His mom was a freelance writer and her work was often times featured in the Monaco Tribune. They had made a good life for themselves and their son on a quiet dead-end street in Shadow Hill. Life was good. In their opinion life couldn't get any better. As far as Chris was concerned life was not as good as it could be. He was having a bit of a tough time adjusting to adolescence. Of course that change is never easy for most of us but Chris found it especially hard. He was a very quiet k** and.