I just wanted a couple of minutes to wash her pussy juice off my fingers and was irritated when she said “Wait, I’ll come too”. She carefully bu...toned up her jeans and followed me out. The nearest loo was a disabled and I said that I knew it wasn’t quite right but it was just there. Then it happened. The meeting of minds. She said she didn’t really need the loo…. With no-one around to see us we barrelled in to the disabled toilet, locked the door and began kissing. It was very bright compared. After much grunting, groaning, cursing, and badly spraining Joan's wrist, which happened to be trapped at the most interesting angle beneath her body, Gerald was able to squeeze into the house. He'd definitely have to edit this part out.After setting his laptop on Joan's coffee table, Gerald set about securing her home. This wasn't something he took incredibly seriously, as Joan would spend most of her time bound, drugged, or being tortured, but it was worth the short amount of time he. Did he really have time for this nonsense? He turned the television back on and tried to get interested in an already lopsided Atlanta Braves game. "To hell with it," he said aloud."Hello Sandy, it's Mark. I received your letter today. Thank you. I am not angry with you. I understand what you are saying." He sensed that she was crying."Oh Mark, I am so sorry. I really screwed up everything. My life is just the pits." No you didn't, and what do you mean? What else is going on?" You remember when. I'm sure you're not. You've alreadyhad 1 1/2 loads of cum!" said Brian, right before he busts out laughingand walks out of the bedroom. Brian decides to go make himself at home by making a ham sandwich down inthe kitchen. While I try to gather my thoughts, and whatever remains of mypride and dignity. *1 hour later* "hmmm..." said Brian, slowly sneaking back into the room whereI am currently sleeping. "That has to be painful", he remarked whilelooking at what he has done to me, "oh well....