Other days, I just want to paint your pretty face with my cum.I see you there all smiley and happy and I almost can't stand it.How can you be like tha...? I watch you for awhile and that same fire burns deep in my belly. Lust and animal desire without the cloak of love or even the false face of caring.I just want you bent over or laid spread out... a smorgasbord of orifices... a fiesta of fucking... a piece of warm meat for me to consume. I want to use you then abuse you.Is that wrong? Apparently. She does not say it, but I think it is likely that those who are here may do or wish the same for the ones who are in other countries.I think Linda sees that I am very surprised and unhappy at what she tells me, for she asks do we not also have wars.“We do not war on other men for differences that are small and unimportant,” I say. “If we war, it is against the things that may hurt all of us that are not of people. We war against big fire, against water that may flood us, against the things. I am certain we set the land speed record for the trip from home to the hospital. I counted seven county police cars clearing our path, and made a mental note to make sure gifts went out to the families of everyone involved. The front of the hospital was clear and our car slid to a stop. The doors flew open and Jack's guys surrounded me, hustling us through the lobby to an elevator held just for us.When we were inside, Jack said, "Rebecca was fine. Everything was fine. Then she grabbed her. I was frankly surprised when Seamus directed the other boy to possess my lips, tongue and throat, while he lifted my legs and began fucking me missionary-style. But there was a method to his madness, as I quickly discovered: His third friend, like the previous two, lacked staying power, and, after less than 90 seconds, pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked an impressively-large amount of semen onto my shoulders and tits.Seamus, on the other hand, was proving himself a stud, a deserving.