He had even said that he didn't care if I continued to have sex with her as long as we could still be together once in a while, but I knew he was amateur lying. He wanted us to be more than just fuck buddies and he kept avoiding Rachel as much as possible, to not have to see me with her. For a couple of weeks, I behaved like a complete asshole and had sex with both of them. Although we were so busy with the band that I did manage to not be alone with Rachel that much and we'd only had sex twice. "Alright, I'll be home soon," Rachel said to her mother over the phone as she sat down next to me. We were hanging out with Jordan, Dylan and a couple of other friends on a Sunday afternoon. "My mum's making her famous Sunday carvery so you're invited over for dinner. You can come, can't you?" she asked me as she sat back down next to me. Before answering, I looked over at Rob for a brief moment. He was playing cards with a friend of ours but he’d heard. "Sure," I nodded and Rob turned around to look at us. He didn't let anything on but I could tell he would have prefered me to go home with him, or at least to not leave and stay at Jordan's."Why aren't we invited too?" Jordan joked. "I love your mum's carvery." "Cause I'm not dating you," she shot back. "You wish," he teased her, which he would always indian do. "I'm out of your league Jord, get over it, I've got the looks AND the brains," she shot back and I laughed. Rachel would always put him back in his place in a smart way. She was probably the only girl who was not falling for Jordan's womanizing ways. Maybe just because she saw him more as a brother than a potential boyfriend. She was so right though, Jordan tended to go for hot but dumb girls, whom he could easily manipulate and Rachel was from from dumb. She was very intelligent, super artistic and so pretty, which I loved about her. So here I was, hanging out with her after dinner. We mucked around, we laughed, we listened to music, we talked about our friends, about the band, about some of the drawings she had recently created using only lines and when the moment came and we began making out, the best I could say was that I wasn't into it. I tried and we did have sex but I could tell that she noticed something was off with me. I found an excuse to go home shortly after it was over, feeling miserable. I didn't go over to Rob's that night. I couldn't. I felt too overwhelmed with what was going on in my love life and I needed some alone time to figure things out in own head. All that I knew was that I had to make a decision and be true to myself. I lay on my bed for a long time as I tried to figure out what I was going to do and then, I realized, the only thing that could help me feel better at that point was to lose myself in music and write. So that's what I did. My dad didn't want me to play in the house in the evening, but at that moment, I didn't give a shit. All I had was an old acoustic guitar, all of our other instruments being either at Rob's or at Damon's. I began strumming the guitar. I wasn't really thinking about anything or anyone. I tuned it differently several times. It lasted for long moments before a melody started to emerge and then the magic happened. The song seemed to just write itself. I mean, I knew I was there, writing it, but it felt like it came from above and it felt amazing. As I began thinking of lyrics all I could think about was Rob. It became evident as soon as I wrote the first few ideas down that I was going to write a song for him. Again, lyrics came pouring out of me and by the end, it felt like the song was my way of telling Rob how my whole life had changed because of him, for him, for us. Luckily he caught me. And lowered me down to sit on his knees. This is messed up."“What FJ don’t know, won’t hurt him right? “Seriously?” I thought for a moment she had once again favored me with a discharge of her pee, but the taste was different -- wonderful -- hot and sticky, musky sweet. I come from a very religious family –Mormon in fact –so I am very (or was) very naïve and innocent. Fuuuuck. Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the house. “I’ll take care of it.” She thanked him, and their eyes lingered a bit. “Hi, I’m Furia!” The young hybrid practically yelled at me, “And I’m here to collect census information on your…” she trailed off. Maybe I'd wait for marriage. “’A personal favour’? No, he would have explosives with the tracers. He bent forward, indian pressing his hips deep into her cunt as he leant over her body. That’s when I noticed Monet had taken off all of my clothes. “If I’m being honest, it seems like kind of a one-sided proposition.” Lucilla sneered at Willowbud, glancing at the depression in the Earth Former’s inseam, “By which I mean, Brandon doesn’t appear to be making too great a sacrifice.” Baxter was quickly maneuvered into position, and seemed quite adept at the situation. She had come to this amateur dirty and poor excuse for an arena wrapped in a dark shawl so that no one would recognize her. The douche known as "Jeff" was still standing on the pathway of the elevator doors, preventing them from closing. Alex continued. My BBC Initiation Now that I have you inside me, I don't want to ever stop!" She said she would take care of it. After a flurry of thrusts I felt my balls begin to twitch as my load boiled up from their depths and soon after I was spraying my genetic code deep inside Melanie's bowels. “You’re really gonna try that with me?” She wondered what next as she drove away. Logan would sometimes see my cum on her mom and she would just smile and tell me” I see you had a good time.” I would always lean over and rub her tits or her ass and she would just look up at me and moan. I almost felt like a different person, like my mind had drifted from my body and I watched it move on its own.