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I don’t get them sometimes. It’s like there’s something inside them that is afraid who they are will change, if they don’t freak out and cleanse themselves of the cooties by acting like two year olds." There was a laugh, at that last thought, then another quiet, as his eyes stared blankly at the TV's, dark, lifeless screen. *"Look, I'm a skinny mother fucker, been like this my whole life. I wore thick glasses, had curly hair, big my skin was not WASPish enough and my last name too Italian, to pronounce, never mind blend in. I was the target of every bully around, who preyed on the weak, but I was skinny, not weak. But I let them convince me, for a while, that I was. Then when I had had enough and I finally stood up and fought back, I hit harder and quicker than they could imagine. The damage I did, took me by surprise too. After a few dust ups, they all started walking on the other side of the street or just shut the hell up. As the years passed ass there was always someone new who needed to prove himself a man, to his friends or girls or whatever club he was prospecting for. And they always looked for the easiest mark. But by then I found ways to stop it, most of the time before I needed to throw a punch in return. This, is my burden to bear, that's yours. Deal with it, make it work for you." His head slumped forward as he continued processing my words, then it tilted back and came to a rest on the cushion. Weary eyes stared up at the ceiling pussy blankly, then closed. I could see his chest rise as his lungs breathed in long and hard, trying to push down against what was rising. He exhaled heavily, lost that tenuous grip and broke the hell down. His head tilted away, trying to hide it, but I could see the tears glistening on his pale almost ivory cheek, as whatever he was going through just forced itself up from inside. The somberness, mixed with a buzz and the cold, tore down the defenses, of, what I now realized, had been a very stoic facade. tits It had been nothing more than a mask of sadness that hid the true depth of the turmoil on the other side. That cute, tomboyish face was framed in delicate hands, his back was constricting and flexing, in an effort to contain the sobs and salvage some visage Fucking of strength and hide the pain. I fucking hate when people cry. It turns off something in me and makes me stone. My thoughts stop dead, never really knowing the right thing to do. Momo then leaned over me and sniffed the top of Jenny’s head. The tits girl touched me on the shoulder before I could take off my ass dress. It was a sort of sleeveless, backless, sideless bodysuit with high cut sides to the bottom part; her back was uncovered (apart from straps) right down to the top of the crack of her butt. “AWWWW LUKE I’M GOING TO CUUUUMMMMM!!!!” As my fingers rapidly thrust in and out of her, Violet’s eyes roll big to the back of her head, as she starts to hit her second orgasm! Her hands now went pussy down to her groin where one hand appeared to disappear inside while the other hand began to rub at the front of her pussy. “Just a second!” Thirty minutes later she entered the bedroom. Once back at the hotel, we all decided to take showers. She let go and pulled away and leaped out of the tent. Warriors full of violence and passion, and no women to release it.” She licked her lips, “We must perform our duties to our country, after Fucking all. "Does one of them contain flashlight batteries?" "Oh! The barman drifted away too, leaving Kohsoom and I to get down to business. Also, this is all on you.