But whatever.All I could think about was the love of my life, the beautiful young white Southern girl I'd brought to this nasty place, now in the arms...of, under the body of a horny young black guy. I'd agreed I wouldn't come back to our apartment until they were finished. I waited as long as I could stand it. I went to the snack bar and ate a sandwich while I waited. I even thought of going by the library to find something to read. But finally about three thirty, I called the house. No answer.I. “That's amazing” she replies. “Now you understand why bois like to play with their dicks-it just feels so fucking good”. Jennie continues to stroke my thick engorged dick, and it begin throbbing and swelling more and more. “Fuck me, Santa”. I liked to blowed my nut right then at her words. “Now Jennie” in my low authorative Santa voice, “now Jennie, do you want Matthew to fuck you because of his stunning good looks, and his enormous huge cock, or because he's the star quarterback and got the. Don’t pull out empty your balls right up inside me. Please don’t be like the others keep your cock buried till every drop of cum has been emptied deep inside me”. He paused for he had no intention of pulling out but it accrued to him that others had pulled out and maybe because they didn’t want any responsible if she ended up with a swollen belly. “Randy little cunt aren’t you, but a belly full you want, a belly full you will get”, with that he plunged and as the deluge of hot cum cascaded. The band kicked in and we soared. Water She stared at the painting. He’d done her in oil, a classic pose. Those were good times, when they biked and enjoyed lazy afternoons at the ballpark watching their mediocre double A team. They’d met at a jazz concert and shared a heat that refused to fade. Outside, storm clouds gathered. She stared at the painting and a single tear escaped. He was coming home after seven months over there, but not with the warmth of life. Wine I strolled through the wine.