Chances were that I was not meant to follow. I let her run.I, also, tried to decide if it would be okay to get a drink of water. I was thirsty, but it...struck me as a bit cold to just go back to what I had been doing before she had confronted me. Think about it this way, if this were a scene from a movie (one without gunfire, explosions, and computer generated special effects, the kind reviewers like), I know that I would be thinking asshole.I left the kitchen (unsatisfied) to find Jenny gone. I. "Did you see that idiot on The Apprentice last night? What do you think he was on?" Which one?" asked Jane, who tried hard to address the unblemished half of Charlie's face and ignore his small stature. "The Greek guy with the MBA or the woman with the prominent chest?" Both, I suppose," said Charlie. "But especially the Greek guy. What was he on? Did he have no idea what a pillock he was making of himself?"As they chatted with one another, Jane's thoughts moved away from her original intention. Several small and brightly painted wagons formed a loose semi-circle around the three bonfires. The golden light sparkled upon the shiny accents that adorned each one, and a night wind barely moved the thick velvet curtains that covered the back entrances. It had to be a gypsy camp, he was in luck this night, for gypsies were known to at least be polite to unexpected company. As he drew up on the outskirts of their clearing, Jareth began to hear the soft strains of festive music. Around each. ”Sure enough, it was. But I was a little disappointed to see her grab the washcloth to wipe it off. She can swallow liters of Brent’s cum, and even lick it off her fucking fingers when he’s not around to impress, but my fucking precum’s just too unpleasant for her?“So he starts lubing up his cock, then tells me to roll over and spread my cheeks. So I eagerly rolled over, stuck my ass up in the air, and spread my cheeks for him. Then he squeezed some lube on my asshole, and boy was that stuff.