Ik wil je nooit meer zien. De groeten aan je vriendjes."Ze draait zich om en loopt weg, mij alleen achter latend.Ik blader het tijdschrift door en vin... het al gauw. Met grote lettersstaat er boven een aartikel met veel foto's: "Hoe en waar brengt eenhomo-boy zijn vrije zaterdagavond door?"Vol schaamte bekijk ik de foto's Groot en in kleur sta ik er op. InAmsterdam, in mijn cape, aan de bar, in het restaurant in mijn groenpakje. Hand in hand met Waldo door Amsterdam. In de bar waar wij deavond. There are perhaps twenty to thirty people per floor; so a big workforce in total.Melissa is an office administrator, a clerk that helps one of the departments run smoothly, as she puts it. She is efficient, always well dressed, and highly sexed. Not that everyone knows that of course, but the majority of good looking men and women do, and some of them look forward to Melissa’s periods of sexual build-up because you never know what’s going to happen. Everyone has got used to Melissa and no one. " I said, rushing to my room, and locking the door behind me.My mom was half naked in front of my eyes. That was the first time I thought of my mom that way. The hot, sexual way. In her bra, her breast didn't seem to sag, it's not even a push-up bra. It is a sweet 34CC that would bounce up and down furiously when she rides a dick. Her ass was one to grab, it’s round, and big. I never did really checked her ass before. But the incident 5 minutes ago changed everything, she was one to fuck.I. "Could you open this damn thing for me please?"Corey took it from her and cracked the seal open effortlessly, unscrewed it a bit and handed it back to her. She sat on the edge of the bed and drank straight from the bottle. Then she handed it to Corey without looking at him and went back to holding her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees.Corey upended the bottle and slammed back enough of the powerful liquor to make his eyes water. He set it on a bedpost shelf and turned off the stereo.