So, when the Owen Wilson-look-alike chose Gerald as his object of lust, I really wasn’t as jealous as I pretended."Yep," the faux Owen said, “he�...s hot.”His composure annoyed me. So, to get at him, I said, "He's old enough to be your fuckin' grandfather,” and folded my arms in satisfaction."So are you," he said.Stunned, I staggered to the bar. "Shithead," I hissed."Now, now," Bob, the bartender, warned. "You wouldn't come here if you didn’t like fuckin’ down little numbers like that.”"You saw,. She was then moaning very loudly. "Yes, Alex! YESSSS! Right there! Keep going at IIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"She was only going to last for about 3 minutes. I took adantage of her cumming coming and stuck another finger in. After about 2 minutes, she was shaking, holding on to me, her nails digging in to my shoulders. "Alex, OH!" she moaned. After about 45 seconds, I knew she was going to cum. My mouth came to her pussy in time for a gush of pussy juice flow into my mouth. It was time for me to cum too,. I make my way into the sterile white bathroom and shut the door behind me. Staring at myself in the mirror, I begin to envision a summer day when I was a much younger version of myself. My hair was auburn red, before Tim asked me to dye it. My eyes still had life in them back then. I could go outside without a bra on and the neighborhood girls would be jealous of my perky chest and beautiful naturally pink lips. I’d sit behind my house where no one could see and I’d touch myself. MMMM, I murmur. Due to the total darkness I was able to be undetected by Brian as he followed Michelle to Cecil’s hut. Moving careful as a chameleon I headed to my sister’s hut. Crouching low by the foundation I could hear the low murmur of voices filtering inside. Stealing myself before looking I took a deep breath and then cautiously moved myself to the back of wall to find a perfect spot so as I could peer in. Luckily or unluckily I found it. Even preparing myself in advance couldn’t mitigate what I felt.