. something ... incomplete ... about the way I was living.And behaving.My parents would never have understood. Or even recognized me. During that time...Sex. And drugs. And rock and roll. There was fighting in the street. I was a street-fightin' man. I was living a songwriter's dream.Marching and getting maced and looking at Hell's Angels dressed up as "security" and crying for the fallen here at home and cursing the fallen across the sea in another world and then going back to our little places. Wake up. Take it easy. Stay still. Where are you hurt?”Wesley groaned. Hurt? Suddenly, everything hurt. Head, arm, face, back. He wagged his head left and right and regretted the movement.“Attacked.”“By whom? No one came down the stairs,” Miss Miller declared.Then Wesley remembered the open roof door.“Out to the roof,” he rasped.“You just stay calm and don’t move,” the guard said. “I called for an ambulance.” He left Wesley where he lay with the surprisingly tender hand of Miss Miller on. Seeing her raging hard on pointing at on was a little too much for me to handle. I indicated that she should lay on her assume the doggy position but I did not like the look from behind when I saw the huge cock dangling her stroking it with one hand. Where’s the lube I asked. She grabbed it from the night stand drawer and handed it to me. I let it pore down the crack of her ass before following it with my finger and rubbing deep into her anus getting her all lubed for my shaft. When I. It was Dave and he eased over to me and set down in the floor next to me. I said nothing and he said dont lie I seen you and he reached under the bed and pulled the magazine out. He flipped thru the mag quickly and then said do you have anymore. I reached under my mattress and pulled out 2 more mags another Cheri and a Club. He flipped thru one as I flipped thru the other and then he just pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I looked away but glanced over at him in the light of the.