He and Tilly trained for the same running club, and neither wanted to give that up. It was the only real time they did what they wanted to do. Cory an... Tilly were less like siblings and more like best friends. They knew each other better than anyone else on the planet, their secrets and fears, stories and dreams, and had it not been for them then their house – a small detached two-story in an area of town they really struggled to afford – would be a shit tip. (It was a good job that Mike had. " Basement! Nobody has basements in South Texas." True. The guy who built this house came from the northeast. And as you saw, the attic's been turned into third floor office space. That's going to be my special part of the house. You can do whatever you want with the rest of it." What?" If you want to, that is." I swept my arms around the master bedroom in which we were standing. "The place is yours, my love - if you want it. And if you'll marry me."She came up close to me. "Do you know what. I gasped again as a finger deftly felt my anus and he teased the entrance by brushing the hole.At this point I was with my back to him, his own cock poking me in the back. I reached an arm round behind him and brushed his lips with mine. I shifted my body, yearning for him to pleasure me some more. He moved his head back and spread my arse cheeks apart. The water combined with the shower gel allowed him easy access as his penis slid into me. He was gentle, pushing a little bit at a time. I have a modicum of work still to do, and the two of you should get some sleep.’ We nodded, drained our cups, and set them down. ‘First and foremost, Master Jack: Are you absolutely certain that you have sustained no injuries that should be examined by a physician?’ His yellow eyes bored into me. I nodded my head. My ear throbbed. Vholes sighed. ‘I strongly suspect that you sustained a mild concussion from that blow to the ear. Not that anything can be done about it now. But it might be useful.