“So Skylar, how old are you?” he replied that he was twenty-one. Makes sense. Jim at the bar always checked I.D.’s and wouldn’t let any u***...**e k**s in. “So you a top, or a bottom?” My blunt questions were probably making Skylar have second thoughts, but he didn’t bolt, rather quietly stammered, “I – I am, more of a… bottom…. But I can top too.” he offered. “Good. I like to fuck and not be fucked. So we’ll be just fine…. Take off your shirt…” I commanded him. He was wearing blue and. My brother was already at his car when I heard Katy yelling my name. She came over and hugged me for a long time and said "Thanks a lot for helping me get the things and being cool at the party even though those old asses had to bore you". I said "your welcome and I thought she was very cool as well". I don’t know why I said that but I felt that’s what had to be said.As I turned around she said in a quiet voice "I also thought you were very cute". I turned around. I was not expecting her to say. There were times when I felt bad for the fucker, but not many, as it all felt like it was suppose to be like this. Me sleeping over two nights a week, fucking the piggy all night, while Donald served us drinks, dinner, and amused us, dressed in panties, heels, a training bra, and lipstick and makeup. She would make Donnie sing silly songs for us, I would boo and hiss, she would scold her sons lack of ability, till he cried. The night I fucked Donald in front of his Mom, she dug it and urged me. The man with the biggest cock wanted me to join him and his friend agreed that it would be great if the three of us shared a bed together whilst Tina and another one of the men paired off and mum was left with the other two chaps. We had something to eat and drink and retired to our respective rooms and just fell asleep together as we were all very tired and worn out. Dear Diary- I awoke the next morning lying between the men who had had their pleasure with me the day before and I sat up and.