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. 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 japanese 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, lingerie 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 Hairy 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. Half the fun of rolling your own cigarettes is getting it just so. It's therapeutic, meditative, almost zen. You could never get it perfect, but that didn't mean you shouldn't try. I lit it, took a nice hit, then I put it to his lips and held it for him. He took a nice slow draw and coughed. His arm pushed behind me, his body went soft and his hands found each other around my side. Fingers, now warmed, entwined together and he held me tighter, like he had found a puppy thought lost, or a buoy in a terrible sea. It was a hug of gratitude, it was comfortable and endearingly protective. Between having my first beer in years, and now having some really nice bud in me, I was settled in nicely. The now slight coolness of his body, was soothing, the hug was warm and welcoming. I held it to his lips again. My brain went back in time once more. The Smokey Mountains at sunrise, the world in fog, leaning against my Harley. A campfire, Janine, cuddled into me, bare asian as a newborn. The misty veil lifted and the world unfurled, her head on my chest as I put a joint to her lips, she drew in deep… And so did he. His fingers released their grip on each other and his body shifted, to a more relaxed position. One hand came to rest on my stomach just below his chin, the other stayed behind the crook in my back. We talked more, about familiar things. The mood was lighter and more casual as the minutes slipped away to friendly conversation. His body started warming from my shared heat. Somewhere during our lighthearted exchange, his free Hardcore hand found its way to the fabric on my pants pocket and it started playing with the seams. She felt Monster pull out and sagged onto the bench in a mixture of exhaustion asian and relief. "I found a job!" Her sack slaps against my chin as she pummels my face. "Only if you do too" Amelia said and moved her hand between her legs. It is not right. Denise and I didn’t really need friends very much. He kept his distance, thankfully, but continued chatting. "Yes, of course, it would be bad for both of us right now if people knew, I get it," Tori responded. Lorraine never pulled her lips from mine, her tongue probing every corner of my mouth as if she was looking for something. "We need to talk, Sheila." She had both hands on Roger's cock as she fed it in and out of her mouth. He started slowly pumping in and out until he reached around and grabbed my cock and asked,"You want to move to our bed?". And while she does that I want you to take off your sweater for me and show me your titties up close". “No, no,” I said, Hairy just smiling here. “The pill, remember.” Obviously not wearing lingerie a Hardcore bra. “It japanese was nearly nineteen years ago...” Squeezed hard. I think that she might have been a bit pissed when 2 naked young girls walked in. Claims included possible attempts to strangle, and a cold feeling running up the daughter’s legs and in her mouth. “I had a bad dream during my nap.” I flicked my fingers at him, splashing his back in juices. And once I’ve started I can’t keep it back.