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Kinda like today." I laughed, he looked up at me, with shocked eyes and an expression that bordered on betrayal. *"Ah shit, little one, that happens to everybody now and then. You wake up and the world is just fucked," The shock dissipated, he turned his head, sighed and blonde nestled back in. *"for no good reason, it just is, to you. Then you go to work and it shits on you some more, out for a few drinks and it's fucks you even harder. Hell even just watching a movie can twist it up for no reason. Everybody has those days. And you, my friend, have definitely got a brain load of shit to navigate. I mean, from what you’re saying, I'm surprised it doesn't happen once a week." I let him be for a bit, his mind in thought, his head against my chest, curled up, with knees pressed up to my thigh. My mind drifted. Thoughts and distant echos purged my aches, once faded faces came back to view, bringing with them a anal sense of things. I felt a calm emanating around me. A calm I hadn't felt in many years. Not since the last time I comforted a friend who just lost her mother. All she needed was for someone to just creampie be and let her cry. So that’s what I set my amateur mind to. He sniffed and adjusted his frame more comfortably. The faces fleeted and fell away, yet the calm somehow remained. It seemed to have taken root in him as well. handjob I looked down and saw my hand, moving through strands of white silk. I had been stroking his hair, unconsciously, for how long I didn't know. The softness and curves denied me the perception that this body had parts similar to mine. mature His smooth skin, feminine shape and the position of things, recalled in me, the times I held girlfriends, or female-friends in an attempt to steal their pain, or share in the quiet of an afterglow. Some of those same women, whose faces, just seconds ago, had stolen into and out of my memory. I searched for a way to detract his thoughts from this melancholy and mine from the more erotic ones it was having. An Xbox 360, nestled under the TV caught my attention. *"What video games do you play?" Stupid I know, but it seemed like a start. He responded, half-hearted, at first, then, as time passed, more enthusiastically. Our exchange continued, escalating into a steady banter. We chatted for a bit about movies and cosplay, science fiction, science fact and all kinds of geeky-chic. Anything, to get his mind off the train of fuckall running rampant through that over-weighed cranium. Anyhing to get the blood flow out of the little head and back into my own brain. The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence. *"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" His response came soft, almost absently, "nnhnn, go ahead." *"I can roll it with some weed, if you care to partake, it is yours after all." "Mmm, I don’t smoke much, barely ever, but yeah I’ll join you, it’s been a day, what the hell." I got out my pouch and pulled out a paper, creased a pocket in the long side, opposite the glue, sprinkled in some weed and covered it with some fine whole leaf tobacco. I rolled it methodically and purposefully. I kind of hoped no fish would bite. Ken smiled and said she had the tightest pussy he had ever encountered and loved it! Steph's white-blonde hair hung in long, lazy curls that draped seductively over her pert breasts and her porcelain-like skin shown with the light sheen of sweat. You did amateur say that mummy loved it when you just used to bend her over and fuck her from anal behind. Their eyes met. By her handjob brother. "Sounds like you're claiming me or something." Her pussy spasmed violently in orgasm. I couldn't tell which one her boyfriend was, but with different spellings and Facebook, I had no doubt I could figure it out. 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