‘What an age to be. I was 22 not long ago, as you can tell,’ he says, pointing at his grey hairs. Quinn laughs and the other men light up. James g...stures towards an empty seat between the four of them and she sits down, feeling more comfortable than before. The others aren’t as bad as James. It helps that they have a sense of humour, too. Takes the creepy edge off. ‘So has he fucked you yet?’ One of them men asks in a thick Indian accent. Quinn shivers at the blunt question. ‘He’s not my. She sighed in pleasure, and somehow managed to rise and plant a kiss on my lips. We both moaned after that, but not as much as Edie proceeded to do as I slowly started to drive my steely shaft into her.Edie gasped out, "Please don't hold back. Just cum inside me. Don't wait. Oh, God, I love you so." Her arms reached up to me as I drove into her. I leaned down and kissed her repeatedly. I held her ripe breasts in my hands, massaging her mounds, and feeling the erectness of her nipples in my. What the hell? Get out of my head, Adam!My imagination was unusually wild at times, but these thoughts were extremely pornographic. This wasn’t having vanilla sex on a rainy Sunday morning thought. Nor was it having sex on the third date kind of thought. This was a hardcore fourth stall in a public washroom x-rated movie playing in my head. I’d caught a glimpse of Adam’s well-endowed cock many times in the past. It was usually after a fuckfest with a bar slut. He’d strut out of his room naked. Except that this time he added the same equipment to the bag he'd used at the Braithwaite girl's house.'Fifteen minutes later he was at the house. Only one set of lights belonging to a car turning out of Faversham Road could have picked him out, and they turned left. He thought that maybe the driver would have had trouble picking anyone out. But he didn't reckon on the driver of the car, the man I was telling you about, recognising him.'He waited fifteen or twenty minutes until it was pitch.