In its wake, came our duet of rapt breaths, our bodies molded together, teeming with the exhilaration of it. Bourbon… no, I think we’ll do rye tonight.”
The waiter shifted uneasily. JOSIE
Dad was on the wrong side of forty, but he’d aged well. “Three o’clock!” I shouted, and turned to fire. They were asking for it. Kelsey reached down, and delicately, oh so carefully, unbuttoned my fly, and unzipped it. They echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the implacable stare of Dave Farmstead. I grinned. “No, it’s covered in bug repellent! I was right there with her, fucking with wanton abandon, my mind gone, my loins surging from within, the feeling building, boiling, rumbling in my balls, lancing up my shaft and exploding out of my cock! I grabbed a handful of teenage ass, propped a bottle of rye and bourbon onto the counter, and carried the woman sucking my face into the back room. “This leg,” he patted Kelsey’s thigh, “goes forward. These were my angels; perverse and twisted, yes, but undamaged, still joyfully themselves, beautiful and