The apartment smelled musty, as all places did after standing unoccupied for a while. The living room was a little messy and dusty, but he had left it...that way. He was afraid to face the refrigerator. He couldn’t remember what he had left in it, but whatever had been left, was probably worthy of burial in a toxic waste dump. He decided that he’d tackle that the next day.Although he felt like he should immediately visit the website, he just wanted to relax for a few minutes. He was still feeling. He was out, passed out. Sexed out.I swallowed cum and gasped for air, gasped for air and swallowed cum“How much cum did this guy have?” I said to absolutely no one as they were all in sexual aftershock and bliss or simply just passed out from too much stimulation. They weren’t hearing anything. I did say a blessing for the value of soft carpet in the bedroom. No one was hurt.Unbelievably, my dick was soft. The satyr was sated. This time was for giving pleasure to someone else, not just taking. “Anyway,” she continued, her voice softer, “thanks for the ballet tickets.”I said, “No problem,” and bade her good night.At eight in the evening, two nights later, I felt a momentary wave of Déjà vu as I stood with Amber and two other dancers at the front door of my former home. All three of the women from the Kit Kat were dressed casually and carrying garment bags. I was dressed in a rented tuxedo over a tight black t-shirt, and carried the dancers’ make up case and boom box. To avoid the. I originally wasn’t going to write a conclusion, but I had a little spare time during summer so here it is! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It would help if you read the parts before this, but it’s not completely necessary. There will just be some small holes missing. I couldn’t sleep the whole night. It had been about a month since the events at the library and the thing that had kept my mind up that night was the same thing that had me sleeping fitfully for quite a.