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Hi. I’m Gerald Mills. And welcome to nowhere.There’s the sound of that same damn dog barking. Occasionally, the wind picks up and shakes the neighbor’s porch chimes. And then I guess we’re pretty loud too, as we kick up dust, my fiancee in her knee-high pink boots and me in my demolished hiking shoes. But otherwise, this town is dead – quiet, brown and barren.I guess I shouldn’t be complaining though. After all, we have a home now, away from her parents’ judgment. What’s more, I have a job. It’s not a great job, and it pays pocket change, but it’s better than nothing.It has been a while though.As my fiancee leads the way through these barren, ramshackle, paint-peeling houses, I can’t help but admire how her white yoga pants fail to conceal that huge, jiggling ass. See, I’ve had to watch jealously as that ass has drawn every guy’s attention toward it. Jaws drop the world over for that ass. Years back, it used to make me insecure, but now I want nothing more than to plant my cock in her butt cleavage and watch as she twerks on my dick – pull her waist-long dirty blonde hair, slap those fat C-cup güvenilir bahis tits… It’s all the damn roommate’s fault. Although he is the only reason we’re allowed to stay here. We’re a pretty private couple though. We don’t like sharing our sexuality with the world, or with anybody.Each time I’ve brought up threesomes, even in bizarre hypotheticals, my fiancee (Julie is her name – odd that I didn’t lead with that) just blushed and demanded I get back to eating her out. I couldn’t tell if she was more aroused or disgusted by the idea.We were supposed to be trying for a baby awhile back. But I guess that just hasn’t worked out, what with our new living arrangement…My fiancee’s attention is transfixed on something. She’s got a look of horror on her face.As I look from her bright blue eyes to the window where she’s staring, I grow horrified too. Staring right back at us is a man in the full-room window of a decrepit house. He’s about my age, but he’s got muscles in places where I didn’t know muscles could be. What’s most apparent though is the massive cock he’s planted in his hand, which güvenilir bahis siteleri he’s furiously stroking. I mentally note how much larger it is than mine in every way, before feeling tremendously inadequate. As I look back to my fiancee, her cheeks reddening, I can’t help but see that there might even be some arousal there.I could go knock on that guy’s door and complain. I could call the Chief of Police, who is also my neighbor, Chief of the Fire Department, and the first responder, and let him know about the pervert on Maple Street. But I don’t do any of that, because I’m fucking pathetic.”Hey, honey?” I say to my fiancee. “What’s up? Why’d you stop?”She shakes herself to attention, smiling. “Oh, nothing!” She laughs. “Sorry. I thought I saw a wasp.” She resumes our stroll, but as I look in the window, the guy’s just laughing, staring at me as he strokes himself. He clearly saw everything.I’d love to punch him right in his square jaw. But then I just remember what Drew, our roommate, told me yesterday. I remember because it seemed so odd.”Hey, Gerald?” he told me privately iddaa siteleri in the first-floor hallway of our home. “I know you can be a bit hot-headed, but please don’t make a bad impression? Some of the guys here can be real assholes, but most of these people mean well. And I don’t want this to be college all over again.”—The town’s pizza parlor is one of its few remaining businesses. Today though, Drew’s Pizza remains empty, save for the four employees that fill its eating area, and one tiny brunette woman. But they aren’t gorging themselves on pizza.In the brightly lit eating area, the old, collapsible wood tables covered with red and white cheap vinyl cloth, four men gangbang a small, pale brunette with the body of a gymnast. The brunette lies stretched out on a table, screaming with pleasure. A middle-aged man roughly yanks her ponytail, as he wedges a disproportionately large cock into her mouth, a trail of spit following from his shaft to her cheek. Another man at the opposite edge of the table forces a cock seemingly as wide as her waist into her pussy, slamming into her with an aggression that shakes even her tiny, perky tits.As Grace takes a nearly foot-long penis from both ends, she can’t help but feel like she’s being ruined for her husband.How did these men, two old enough to be her father, convince her to cheat?
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