Why don’t you come to bed anymore?” She was actually very good at asking questions I don’t know the answer to. Gaining some composure I squeezed some toothpaste out onto my brush and started scraping it around in my mouth. Anal sex “I love you too,” was her reply from the top of the stairs. My apartment was a small brick building literally across the street from the post office, so checking the mail was a near-daily event for me. I pulled my cock out and started stroking it heavily, squeezing the tip as my fingers brushed past it. “Do you see the mess you’ve made? So I pulled and pulled and exhaled all my problems in a puff of white smoke, curling and twisting its way into the bathroom fan. We
