The bastard! But Joey felt bad for Emily. Here she was, bored in front of the television while her boyfriend was up fucking her roommate. The lucky ba...tard!Should I go tell her?No, idiot, then it's obvious you are eavesdropping on people's rooms!If that was Sandra, then she's even wilder than I thought!Poor Emily ... Unless she...The damn lucky bastard!Sandra didn't know such pleasure existed. She was prone on the bed, and Richard was slamming into her from behind. She was squeezing her legs. I can kiss all of that goodbye too, even though I never got the chance. Ryan Philip, the ex-quarterback, was bitter. Who could blame him? His life has changed so abruptly and things would never be the same again.Ryan has been this way for three weeks and all he can do is lie there and watch TV or play computer games all day. He doesn't play sports games, because it would be a painful reminder of what he has lost. His toned body has not yet lost its well-built muscles and sheen but, if he keeps. They were big and well-differentiated in his brown scrotum, and I loved licking and sucking them into my mouth, while his hard, thick cock, wet with my saliva and his precum, was rubbing across my face. He seemed to enjoy me sucking his balls, but I wanted to get another taste of his cock so I pulled away and started actively sucking his cock again. I really liked the way his thick cock felt in my mouth, and he was long enough that when I took him all the way in down to the base, I could feel. The actual versions were even better than I’d imagined. Anna joined me for breakfast again, and this time she was already dressed for riding. I checked that she had the pistol on before leaving the restaurant. When the stable boy led our horses out, we mounted up and rode north out of Las Cruces again. Anna had her smile going at full wattage, and her eyes were twinkling.We used the same arroyo as the day before for today’s rifle practice starting at a hundred yards. As she had yesterday, she.