"A few of the girls did feel sorry for him and approached him, but I don't know if anything ever happened between them. No one ever talked about it, b...t there was a lot of whispering going on when he was around. So it's possible he didn't have it as bad as you think he did, but I don't have any proof to back it up." Xander has been a friend for a long, long time and I would like to think that I've gotten to know him pretty well. Trust me, he didn't. He isn't that kind of person. He wouldn't. Instead of shrapnel shredding his body during the explosion, large, solid sections of that engineering marvel have impaled his body. Instead of a quick death, he will remain conscious long enough to receive the answer of the looming question of how he will depart this world. Initially asphyxiation rated the highest probability. Combustion of fluids in the engine block failed miserably, even when it quickly replaced asphyxiation. With his handgun well out of his reach now, so the forerunner is. They were perfectly smooth from my morning shave. Her mouth migrated to them, and back to my penis again. My legs buckled as my cock tingled. I slid down the wall onto the floor and my cum squirted all over her big tits. She pouted as the water washed it away. I went for her amazing breasts again, sucking on her nipples as I fingered her sweet pussy. I moved down and swirled my tongue around it, licking up and down, left and right. I slipped it in and she groaned as I brushed it up her g-spot. The only problem with that was that it made me pass out. I couldn’t have been out that long, but I remember waking up to two male voices whispering, coming into the room. They whispered between each other for at least a minute before I finally felt the bed move as somebody got on. I was expecting to get fucked like an a****l, but he instead started kissing my cheek, then my lips, then my shoulder. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asl**p, which made the whole thing even hotter for me. I.