A guy who had been fucking a woman in the ass pulled out and water and cum flowed out of her open hole. She said, “Damn! Your hot piss felt good in ...y ass!”I saw two women together in the sixty-nine position with each one having a hand buried in the other’s ass. I heard one moan, “Deeper! Push it in!” I saw more of the other woman’s hand go further up her butt with the sphincter heading for her elbow. It got to her elbow and that woman weakly moaned, “More! Deeper!” I saw the elbow go through. Tough, we weren’t in England and I spoke American like the native I was. When among strangers, though, the girls usually pretended to not understand English and I thought that wise.Luggage was the usual crowd, the long wait, and the fight over who got theirs first. There was no option to simply wait until everyone else was done, as long before that there would be more planes landing and the conveyors would never really empty. The real reason I flew through Atlanta was because it wasn’t as bad. "Oh, all right," my mom said with a fake sound of impatience. Then she smiled at him before looking at me and saying, "Tim, your father and I wanted to know if you were going to change your name." Change my name? Oh... You mean from Brandton to Grodmen. Well, to tell you the truth, I have thought about it a little, but I'm kind of used to be a Brandton, you know? I guess I can change it if you want me to though... " Timothy," my dad said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You're my son, and. So angry. I gave him the finger.I left hm there, mouth open. At least I had that. I ripped the door to my car open, threw myself in and rolled down my window to yell at him. I wanted it all to rush out, how bad he should feel for getting off on playing with my head, treating me badly.He thrust out both of his hands. He was holding a small bag. Tiny handles on it. He didn't say anything. Just held it out t me.He cautiously stepped forward. Afraid of my running him over, which felt like a good.