There was plenty of room for more. All I had to do was load my shaving kit and dress in the morning.Beth called and I headed her way. I parked and kno...ked. She came to the door, pulled me in, and kissed me thoroughly. I kissed her back. She backed away far enough for us to talk and asked, “Are you taking me out or should I cook?”“Is Susan here?”“Not yet but she will be.”“Let’s go out.” Beth looked at me quizzically. I continued, “She looks at me like she wants to remove my clothes. That doesn’t. This was of the cheerleader with the twisted ugly expression on her face. Mrs. Herd frowned while studying the picture.“Why did you take this one?”“I liked the contrast between her expression and her attractive body,” Danny answered.“It is a rather shocking picture,” Mrs. Herd said.“Do you like it?”“Not really. You made a lovely girl look ugly.”“Oscar Wilde said, ‘No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.’ Isn’t this picture proof of that?”“The context. But she was keeping the matter pending. I was getting desperate, as I was working and living in Chennai, away from my native place.I was 27 then and had a healthy body and was badly in need of a pussy to release my suppressed sexual urges. By the way, I was not into paying money for sex. There was no fun in that. I started drinking and it became a problem. With drinking and no proper food, the going was tough. Alcohol set my sexual desire on fire too.In the end, my mom came with me to Chennai. J. as the bed creaks with each of his forceful hip thrusts. They both know that Aaron, out in the living room, can hear Megan’s moans and J.J.’s loud grunts, but they couldn’t care less; after all, J.J. is Megan’s boyfriend, too, and the studs have to share her. The redhead’s apartment is not air conditioned, so the stud is bathed in sweat by the time his balls finally explode, blasting a thick load of his ball sludge into the redhead’s pussy, to mingle there with Aaron’s white, slimy nut scum..