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The Drifter Ch. 04

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Before leaving the ranch I cleaned up my messy truck which meant clearing the littered passenger seat and floor of several paper coffee cups, candy wrappers, a crumpled potato chip bag, crumbs and the classified section of the newspaper with the circled ad I answered—also, a few old cassette tapes which I put back in the glove compartment. I parked next to the barn and hosed the truck down to wash away the grime. I had a cab on the back of the truck where I slept and crawled into it to clean that out. I had a shaggy gray rug and placed my sleeping bag and backpack on it. I moved my tool box out of the way and put my books in a pile then glanced at the porno magazine I used for my fantasy wanks and wondered if I should hide it. “Nah! She knows I’m a guy on road… I have nothing to hide.”

It was still early and I had a few hours to kill before meeting Carla at Betty’s diner which was just five miles away. I remembered her telling me about Peter’s Pond where she used to ride her horse, Daisy and decided to see if I could find it. I knew it was in the North Pasture so I drove up the hill where her grandfather worked the day before and found it at the far end. I imagined Carla riding there and swimming while Daisy was tied to the big shade tree nearby.

I sat in the truck and looked out at the still water, then looked around at the expanse of land and wondered what it would be like to work for her grandfather, but quickly dismissed that idea. Oklahoma was just a place I was passing through as I explored Route Sixty-six and doubted I’d ever come back this way. I thought about Carla growing up here before moving to Jay when her mother remarried and wondered if she would ever want to come back to her roots.

I got out of the truck and leaned against the front and looked up at the sun getting higher and how the pink clouds cast a pink glow on the dark water. I thought about Carla running away with me. Would our relationship evolve into something deeper, or would I be a stepping stone to someone else, someplace else? “One day at a time I muttered half to myself, half out loud.”

Forty-five minutes later, I arrived at Betty’s Diner which opened at seven. I glanced up at the clock over the front door and saw it was eight-fifteen. It was half empty, but quickly filled up as more people came in, mostly men wearing flannel shirts, jeans and cowboy hats. They sat at the counter on the round red leather stools and leaned over their coffee mugs and talked to one another in loud, boisterous voices. A few older women dressed in skirts and frilly blouses came in and sat at the front booth and chatted. I noticed they all wore red lipstick. I guessed they were secretaries, bank tellers or salesgirls. I’m a people watcher and try to imagine what their lives are like.

I sat at a booth at the rear of the diner and ordered a coffee from a tall, young woman with red hair and freckles, wearing a pink waitress uniform with the name Renee stitched on it.

“Coffee. Is that it?” she asked, ready to write my order.

“For now. I’m waiting for someone… then I’ll order some breakfast.”

Sipping my coffee, I looked out the window at cars and pickup trucks pulling in and pulling out, big tractor trucks rushing by in both directions. Several trucks were loaded with bales of hay and I realized other ranchers were doing what I had just done. I half listened to the twangy music playing from a radio. I glanced up at the clock on the wall over the front door. It was almost nine and wondered if Carla would show up, but then I saw her truck pull in and park next to mine.

She was wearing tight jeans with her cowboy boots, a pale blue T-shirt and the unbuttoned flannel shirt she wore in the barn. Her dusty brown hair was in a ponytail that fell just below her shoulders. When she looked up and saw me through the window, I could tell she was excited by her smile and remembered her tense, shy smile when we first met. Damn she’s pretty, I thought and watched her walk to the entrance, carrying a small green backpack.

“Well, here I am.” She sat down and placed her backpack next to her.

“So, you’re really going to do this.”

“Yes. I bet you thought I’d back out, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“I’m all set. I have a suitcase I took from Granny and took some of the clothes I kept there. She won’t even know it’s gone and I already stopped at Dustin’s garage and he said I could keep my truck there, so I’ll take it there when we leave and we’ll be on our way.”

“Does he know why?”

“No and he didn’t ask, but I think he wanted to. He looked at me kind of funny. Betty will figure it out if she sees us. You can’t fool Betty. I hope I can tell her.”

“Really. You want to tell her. Maybe we should leave so she doesn’t see us.” I looked around to see if she was there, even though I didn’t know what she looked like.

“Don’t be worried. I want to tell her. She’s cool and I’m famished. When she hears what I’m doing, she’ll say great. She won’t bedava bahis tell a soul. I know her and she’s got a wild streak. She told me lots of stories when I babysat. She’ll say, ‘Go for it.'”

When the waitress came over, she said, “Hi Carla. Ain’t seen you for awhile.”

“I know. I came for the haying at my Grandpa’s.”

Renee nodded and glanced at me then back at Carla and knew she was sizing me up and wondering what was going on.

“Are you ready to order?” She looked at me like I was a specimen in a microscope.

Carla didn’t even look at the menu.”The hotcakes are great here… that’s what I’m having.”

“Then I’ll have that with eggs up and sausage.” I looked up at Renee while she wrote it down and noticed her red lipstick and that she was chewing gum.

“Me, too,” Carla said. “I just want the hot cakes and no sausage. And I’m dying for a cup of coffee.”

When Renee left, Carla leaned back. Her unbuttoned flannel shirt opened and I glanced at her t-shirt straining against her breasts and could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Carla knew where I was looking but didn’t say a word.

“You look pretty sexy. Do you ever wear a bra?”

“I hate bras… only wear them when I’m at school or church. Does that bother you?” She smiled. “Oh, and the youth center,” she added and chuckled.

“No, it doesn’t bother me. I like that you don’t. Is it your way of rebelling?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Sometimes they jiggle too much, but I told you I like when guys look at me..even though I don’t know what to do. I get tense. I hate being so shy.” She smiled at me. “I like that I’m not shy with you.”

“I’m curious about something. Do you think women dress to attract men or dress to please themselves?”

“I don’t know for sure. I think some women do and some women don’t know if they do or not. It’s hard being a women in our culture. Sex is all over the place… in advertisements, in the movies, in the music and most men gawk even if they try to hide it.”

“It’s confusing for men, too, but I always look at a sexy woman.” I took a sip of coffee and looked at her over the rim of my mug.

Carla smiled and gazed into my eyes, then leaned forward and whispered. “I like how you look at me.”

“Good.” I nodded and returned her smile..

“I read something in some magazine. Maybe it was People. Not sure. Anyway some famous female philosopher from France said, ‘Men like watching women and women like being watched.’ I think that’s true.”

Listening to Carla and learning more about how she thought fascinated me. I wanted to find out what made her so shy and frightened and what she wanted for her life. I remembered the conversation we had at dinner about security, how she really didn’t want to be an accountant but was convinced to go for a degree so that she could work for her Uncle Charley. I remembered how she knew she needed an adventure in order to release her hidden self, and here she was sitting in Betty’s Diner with me. I could feel her intelligence, her need, her yearning and passion to feel alive and saw me as her way to escape. Looking at her I wondered,”Is it possible to escape, or do you always bring who you are with you?”

Just then, I looked up and saw a tall, plump woman with bleached blonde hair walking towards our table. She wore black slacks and a green T-shirt with the word Betty’s Diner written across the front. A small white apron folded in half was wrapped around her waist. Behind her was Renee bringing us our breakfast.

Betty stopped a few tables away, smiled and said something to the customers, then came to us and sat down next to Carla.

“Thought that was you,” she said, hugging her then glanced at me.

Renee put our plates down in front of us. “Here we go,”she said and placed the Log Cabin syrup in the center of the table. “Let me know if you want anything else.” She glanced at me again and smiled.

“How’s it going, Carla?” Betty asked. “Been awhile since I seen you.”

“I’m good. By the way this is Josh, my new friend.” She looked at me then back at Betty. “He worked at the ranch yesterday.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said and reached across the table to shake my hand. She had a real Oklahoma twang which was much stronger than Carla’s.

“Nice place, you have here,” I said, looking at her and could see she was sizing me up but pretending not to.

“Thanks… keeps me busy. So, what are doing in our neck of the woods?”

“Passing through. Did some haying yesterday for Carla’s grandfather and now I’m moving on.”

“Where you heading?” She glanced at Carla then back at me.

“Not sure. Wherever I can find a little work.”

I sliced up my hot cakes and took a bite. I knew she was trying to figure out why we were together.

“Sounds exciting. Not being tied down. Never thought I’d have a diner, but here I am.”

“Well, I never thought I’d be on the road like this, but here I am. I needed to get away, so I packed up my casino siteleri truck a month or so ago and took off.”

Betty nodded. “I know what you mean. I grew up around here and wanted to go someplace. I wanted to go to New York and get a career in something, but married Dustin right out of high school, had two kids and there I was. Then I saw this place was for sale and here I am fourteen goin’ on fifteen years later. Carla babysat for the kids for a few years when she was in high school and we’ve been friends ever since. I love her like she was my own. That’s my story.”

Carla glanced at me and took a deep breath. She looked out the window and then took a gulp of coffee. She looked down at her plate and glanced back at me. She bit her lower lip and it looked like she was wanting to say something but was hesitating.

Betty turned to her and narrowed her eyes. “Okay, out with it. I can see something’s going on with you. I can read you like a book.”

“Promise you won’t tell.” Carla put down her fork.

“Of course. You know you can trust me. What is it? You’re not pregnant are you?”

“I’m going with him.” She took a deep breath and looked at Betty for her reaction.

Betty didn’t respond, but made a low grunt as she absorbed what she heard. She glanced at me then back at Carla.

“I need to do this. I need to get away from here. I know what you’re thinking.” Carla looked at me then looked back at Betty.

“You do, do you?” Betty smiled and shook her head.

“You’re thinking how could I take off with someone I just met yesterday.” Carla’s eyes were fixed on Betty’s eyes as if trying to read her mind.

“Well, yes, that sure crossed my mind.” Betty narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she thought. “It’s pretty crazy. Risky.”

“You always said, ‘trust your intuition.’ Well, that’s what I’m doing. It feels right. He knows me like no one else.”

“That’s not true, Carla. I know you like no one else. I knew you weren’t happy pleasing everyone. You’ve been depressed for years. I could see you were all locked up and wanting to burst free. I saw it in your art work… those drawings and paintings you did when the kids were napping. I saw your passion and we talked a lot. I knew you were an artist. Do you remember what I told you when you were about to marry that guy, Allen, the one who wanted to be a doctor.”

I listened to Betty, eager to hear what she was saying about Carla. I knew she almost married and remember how she said it would have been a mistake. I knew there was a lot we didn’t know about each other, that it was crazy and risky, like Betty said. I didn’t know Carla was an artist, but then so much was hidden and bursting to be free.

“Yes, I remember what you said,” Carla responded. “You said I needed someone as strong and passionate as I was and that Allen would end up boring me to death. I knew you were right, but my mom and my stepfather wanted to send me to a shrink when I broke it off. They said, Allen would take care of me and I’d have security.”

“Right. But you would have ended up cheating on him. You’d have kids and you’d be divorced in five years. I saw it all. You’d end up like a lot of women around here who did what they were supposed to and now they’re miserable and reading romance books and watching porn while their husbands get drunk.”

“How long have you been married?” I asked, interrupting her.

“Going on seventeen years.” She smiled. “We’ve had our ups and downs but he’s a good man. Stubborn, but I really love the guy even when he’s a goof-ball.”

“Cool.”I nodded. “My marriage didn’t last five. We were definitely not on the same page. No kids, though.”

I managed to finish my breakfast during the conversation, but Carla hardly ate. I wanted to get going, but knew she wanted to know what Betty thought, wanted her approval and the certainty she wouldn’t tell anyone.

Betty nodded and I could see by the way she looked at me, she was wondering if I’d be good for Carla. I smiled at her and met her eyes. She turned to Carla and took her hand.

“I won’t tell a soul except Dustin and he won’t tell.”

“I already asked him if I could keep my truck there for awhile but didn’t tell him why. Please don’t tell Dustin what I’m doing. I don’t want him to know. I know he won’t approve. Don’t say a word to him… please.”

Betty didn’t say anything at first, but I could tell by the way she looked at Carla she was bothered, but then she nodded and put her arm around Carla and hugged her. “Okay, I won’t tell him. It’ll be our secret. I won’t say a word.” She smiled. “You got my blessings. Go for it.”

She glanced at me. “You look like a good man. I can see you’re kind and Carla wouldn’t choose to go with you unless she knew it was right for her. It might not last forever, but so what. Life’s about learning.”

She turned around to look back at the counter, then at the door and saw people waiting to be seated. She stood up and smiled,”Finish bahis siteleri your breakfast and take one day at a time.”

“That’s my philosophy,” I said.

“Mine too. Anything else is a guess. My grandpa always said, ‘The only thing that’s certain is that nothing is certain.'”

“That’s for sure.” I chuckled.

“I’ll write to you,” Carla said. “I love you… thanks for being a friend.”

“Love you, too.” Betty leaned over and hugged Carla and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and nodded at me then rushed to the front door.

“Told you she’d say, ‘go for it.'” She took a deep breath as if relieved and smiled.

Before we left, she said, “When he’s not looking, take my suitcase from my truck and put it in yours.”

I followed her to Dustin’s garage next door and parked next to her truck. When she hopped out, she grabbed her green backpack and ran up to Dustin.

He was a big bear of a man with a pot belly, a graying goatee, faded overalls and an old black baseball cap. I sat in my truck for a moment and looked around at his front yard which was littered with car parts, a pile of old tires, a tow truck with Dustin’s Garage painted on the side and a row of cars parked along the edge of his property, waiting to be repaired.

When she stood in front of him so that his back was facing me, I got out of my truck, opened her passenger door, grabbed her suitcase, and put it in the back of my truck. He turned around when he heard my door slam when I got back in. He glanced at me then continued talking to Carla.

When she ran back to my truck, she turned to wave at him and yelled, “The keys are in the truck.”

I looked over at Dustin as he watched Carla climb into my truck and knew he was puzzled by the way he narrowed his eyes. I put my arm out my window and waved, just to be friendly. He nodded back but stood there looking at me. I watched Carla place her small green backpack on the floor then glanced up and saw Dustin watching us.

I didn’t say anything when I turned on the ignition. I backed up and turned around and drove towards the road. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw Dustin still watching us while I waited for the traffic to pass. I saw him take out a pencil from his shirt pocket and a small notebook and write something down. I was sure it was my license number. “That’s interesting,” I thought and pulled out onto the highway.

It felt strange having a passenger after over a month of being alone. I glanced over at her as we turned right onto Route Sixty-six and drove past Betty’s Diner and headed west—where to? I wasn’t certain.

“So, are you ready for an adventure?”

“I think so. It feels weird. I’ve never done anything like this. My mom usually calls me everyday and when I don’t answer after a day or two, she’ll worry, then she’ll call my grandparents and they’ll worry. My mom is such a worrier. I hate making her worry.”

“You said your friend Hannah will cover for you.” I glanced at her and could see by her scrunched eyebrows, she was upset and thinking.

“She will, but I didn’t let my mom know I was going there. I should call, but I hate lying.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Don’t know. This is really hard. I never rock the boat but keep things to myself.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it in, then slowly exhaled. “What should I do?”

“I’m not going to tell you what to do. I never tell people what they should do. You said you needed to get away. You needed this… so deal with it.” I glanced at her and knew I was sounding gruff.

“Are you angry at me? You sound upset. Are you sorry you’re taking me?”

“No, I’m not angry and I don’t know if I’m sorry I’m taking you with me. This is weird for me too, but you have to take charge of your life.”

“I’m trying. That’s why I’m in this truck with you, but I told you, I’ve always done what other people think I should do.” She turned away and looked out the side window and sighed—something she did a lot.

I didn’t say a word and let the heavy silence fill the space. I thought about turning on the radio, but kept my eyes straight ahead and drove behind a slow truck filled with hay bales. I noticed a plaque on the side of the road with gold-plated writing that said Historic Scenic Highway and below that the words, “The Mother Road” and remembered when I read Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, that the Oakies named it that on their way to California.

We were both quiet. After a few silent minutes, Carla reached into the pocket of her flannel shirt, took out her cell phone, hit a key and listened before speaking then left a message.

“Mom, don’t worry. I’m at Hannah’s for a few days.”

She took a deep breath and stared at the phone then quickly closed it and shook her head. I could see how disturbed she was as she put the phone back in her shirt pocket. “I left a message.”

“You also lied.”

“I know.” She looked at me. “Fuck! Why am I such a wimp?”

“You’re not a wimp. Sometimes you have to tell a lie to be honest to yourself.”

“I hate lying to my mom. I mean it’s not the first time. It’s like when my granny was shocked that I had a beer. I don’t want to be the goody goody they think I am. They don’t know the real me.”

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JAAN

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Jaan couldn’t shake the feeling that he was dreaming. It took him hours to walk back to his apartment and all he could think about was their last time together.

In the fall of their senior year he had done a stupid thing. A thing he thought could get her to wake up, or admit her feelings or… something. The truth was, he had wanted to fuck Katey. Not just because she was hot (which she was) but also because he wanted to hurt Santos. He was young and self-centered and upset that she never paid him the attention that he wanted. Especially when he felt he spent so much time, thinking, and pining after her, a girl, who, it seemed most of the time, was totally oblivious, or couldn’t care less.

Katey was always there though. She went to his games. She sat in the row front row behind the team. She cheered the loudest. She smiled at him, giggled with her friends and pointed at him. She was tall, and thin, with beautiful perky breast that she showed off in tank tops and tight shirts, and long silky deep red hair.

Other guys on the team drooled at the sight of her, perplexed as to why Jaan hadn’t taken her out on a date yet. She was a sophomore, and she followed him everywhere. She found excuses to find him outside of classes, or to skip class and ride with him to lunch off campus. She was beautiful and attentive, a little funny and Jaan perceived, that when she wasn’t pretending to act dumb to make him feel good about himself, very smart. All this was great, perfect even, the thing was, she wasn’t Santos.

He couldn’t explain it. Even after he had tried to break away from her after he asked if David was her boyfriend, even after he had slept with those other girls, he still found himself sneaking into her room at night, holding her and panting into her skin. Asking her to tell him something, anything. He still watched her closely in the hallways, her locs tangled in a short ponytail, or laying wild around her face. He found himself hard at the mere glimpses of her skin, which she usually kept fully covered in jeans and extra large t-shirts.

They spent 4 weeks away from each other the summer before their senior year, while she and her brothers visited family in Martinique. During that time Jaan thought he would lose his mind. He spent those weeks riding his bike from court to court around town looking for pickup games to join, reading his mother’s books, and catching up with friends, distractedly, while he thought about what she might be doing or seeing while she was away. She came back more obtuse than ever, quiet in his presence and wanting him to fuck her roughly, like he hated her almost. Things had been off between them ever since those 3 weeks he spent trying to forget her. It seemed, to him at least, in the time since then, he had become more open. His heart, his emotions bare to her. He told her he wanted her frequently, while she withdrew deeper into the sex, becoming needy to his touch but saying less.

At the beginning of the summer Jaan had had a lot of night games, so he saw her less, and then she went away. And though they had sex, and she still laughed around him and told stories, Jaan could feel her drifting from him, scared of something, and reluctant to say anything to him that wasn’t a joke or a command about how to fuck her.

Katey came in at the right time. Santos never went to a single game, especially now that her brother was off at college, it seemed she had no reason to be there. She’d quicker traveled the 4 hrs to see one of her brother’s games on a Friday night then to stick around and watch Jaan play. He understood that was her brother and all, but she could at least come to one game. On the evenings that she went to Jaan’s house to do homework, the night usually ended with her giving him, what Jaan perceived as, a lackluster blowjob, whatever she could do to get Jaan from pawing her all night or she initiated sex by sliding her hand into his lap and holding him, though Jaan knew, at times, she just wanted to touch him there.

His entire problem was that he was so deeply in love with her it made him sick. He had no idea what to do with his emotions, pouring them into her just seemed to make her pull away and trying to run away from her just made him even more devoted. He had no idea what to do except to make her jealous. And there was Katey, ready and willing, waiting for him to just say yes.

So, he said what he said, and waited. He figured, after a few weeks, she’d crawl back to him, show up at his doorstep with her backpack in hand and ask for his help with homework. Or finally, go to one of his games and watch him. But that hadn’t happened at all. Instead she became a stranger. Jaan couldn’t even catch her gaze in the hallway. It was like he didn’t even exist, actually, it was worse than that, she looked at him like she didn’t even know him. Not with contempt, or emptiness, but with a total and complete blankness that belied the extent to which she knew every part of his being. It was like their nearly 2 years together had never Escort bayan happened.

So he made a show of Katey. He kissed her in the hallways near the classrooms where he knew that Santos took classes. He purposely started going to the library and taking Katey with him. Strategically placing himself at tables that were far enough for it to not be obvious that he was there for her, but close enough to be in her line of sight. When she stopped going to the library for lunch, he stalked the lunch periods to see which one she ate during. When he figured out she started eating during D lunch, he convinced Katey and the entire Basketball team to start eating D lunch, just so he could make out with Katey and make as much noise as they could in the lunchroom. She sat off to the side with a few other kids, including David Otebenga and she steadfastly and completely ignored Jaan.

This lasted months. And while she withdrew further from him he continued to date Katey, and occasionally fuck other girls, in hopes that eventually she would call a truce, and crawl back to him. But he wouldn’t go to her. He had groveled and dragged his heart across the earth for her love already and he wouldn’t do it again. She had to commit.

It wasn’t until Spring Break, when he visited Sanchez, who was home for the holiday, that it occurred to him that she really might have forgotten him.

He sat with Sanchez on stools at the island of his kitchen, drinking tea that his mother had made for them, though it had to be nearly 80 degrees outside. Sanchez was vibrant. He was playing on the A-team at his university and it seemed he had somehow gotten even more beautiful in the time he had been away, his teeth whiter, his skin clearer, his eyes brighter. Jaan remembered how close they had been while he was still in high school, before his obsession with Santos began.

Jaan heard her before he saw her, her feet shuffling down the hardwood steps, her footsteps light and heavy at the same time. It was Sunday morning. Jaan was visiting relatively early because he was playing in a summer league and practice had already begun. They were brutal early morning practices that started at 6:30 and went until to 9. He had driven over after practice, a drive that he could do in his sleep from any point within 20-mile radius of their house, he always knew the quickest way to get to Santos.

On the drive over he paid attention to his heartbeat, it seemed to beat faster the closer he got. He was going there to see Sanchez, he knew that, but it would be the first time in months that he would be back in the Brown house, and there was always the chance that he might see her. That she might finally acknowledge him, that maybe this dry spell, this crazy vortex that he had been in would finally, finally end.

They had been in the kitchen for maybe an hour before he heard her. As soon as her foot hit the first step his breath halted, he could feel the subtle way that his heart began to pick up pace. He stilled, still listening to Sanchez, but waiting, waiting for the moment when she would come into his line of sight. Shuffling into the kitchen, Sanchez called out to her.

“What time did you wake up this morning Santos?” Sanchez asked. He always had a particular tone with her, part admonishing, part adoring. She stood on the other side of the counter from them and looked at Sanchez, before looking for a at Jaan. It was the same look she gave him in the hallways. Like she couldn’t quite place him, like she had no idea who he might be.

“I think 7 or so.” She said, turning her back to them and heading to the fridge.

“It’s 10:30, why are you now getting out of bed? I told you I could help you with the pre-calc stuff, lets get on it.” Sanchez said.

Santos scratched her head and then sighed deeply her back still to them. She pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge and then shut it, “It doesn’t matter really, does it?”

“It doesn’t matter? If you don’t pass this class they’ll make you do your senior year again! Please, lets do this work this morning.”

She was failing. Jaan sat up straight and tried to catch her eye for a moment. How could she be failing? She had been doing so well earlier in the year, for once it seemed like she actually understood. But then again; that had been months ago.

She poured herself a cup of juice silently, putting the carton back in the fridge and walked over to the counter. “When he leaves we can do it.” She said taking a sip. She walked around the counter back towards the stairs, Jaan could barely contain the urge to reach out and touch her.

Jaan watched her retreating back and said quickly without even thinking, “I can help you.” He cleared his throat and then shifted in his seat looking surreptitiously at Sanchez before turning back to Santos. “Ummm, when Sanchez goes back I mean, like, I can help you.” Santos looked at him. It was one of the first times they had directly looked each other in, Jaan couldn’t remember how long, He saw it Bayan escort there, in here eyes, in that moment, she was done with him.

“Nah,” she said shrugging her shoulders and then turning around toward the stairs cup in hand. “I’m alright” she threw over her shoulder as she disappeared from view.

So that was it. She was done with him. Jaan felt it so firmly, that this casualness wasn’t an act, but truly, her unflinching sentiments toward him and the entire situation. She was casual because what else was there? That’s it, they were done. And why shouldn’t they be? Not only had he basically said he wouldn’t dare be seen with her in public, he had proceeded to flaunt Katey Cerra in her face for months. Going out of his way to dry hump her in the library, in the lunchroom, and any other possible space that he knew she would be. Why the fuck wouldn’t it be over? What the hell had he been thinking?

He could sense Sanchez saying something to him, but he could barely hear him. In his head all could hear was his own voice asking him over and over again, What have you done? What have you done? What have you done?

Marlena was sat in Jaan’s apartment when he finally reached his door.

“Jesus Jaan, where have you been?” She rushed up to him and put her hands on his cold face, pulling him into a kiss looking deeply into his eyes. She furrowed her brown and starred at him. “I called your office 3 hours ago, they said you left. I figured you’d be here around 7.”

That meant it was past 10 o’ clock. He pulled her hands off his face and pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face into her neck, inhaling her scent and relishing the feeling of her soft hair against his cheek. He shut his eyes tight. And there she was. Her blue Jacket and white pants, her hair beautiful and long, her skin, that same dark brown skin that had haunted him for years. She looked so familiar, and against all his better judgments, against the years he spent looking for her, and the years he spent forgetting her, against everything that he had worked for, she had walked into his office and it was still right there staring him in his face. He wanted her.

“Are you ok?” Marlena asked him.

He pulled her closer, “Yea, it’s just,” he opened his eyes and looked at the wall, “I love you.”

And he did love her. So Santos had walked back into his life, that want, that need, hadn’t left him. So what? He was an adult now. He was engaged. Marlena was his fiancé. He was committed to this, a life that made sense, a life that didn’t include his unwavering obsession with Santos. He couldn’t do it again, he wouldn’t do it again, and though at other points in his life he had hoped, begged, prayed, and waited patiently for this moment, he wasn’t going to do it. He wasn’t going to fall down that rabbit hole again- he was staying right here.

He pulled himself away from Marlena and looked at her. She smiled at him, and kissed his cheek, “I love you too.”

She loved him. So why couldn’t he forget Santos? The way she felt in his arms, how he felt in hers. Why the fuck wouldn’t he forget her.

Jaan couldn’t help but remember the last time between them. The last time he had been with her. Prom.

After his realization in the kitchen over spring break, Jaan had sulkily continued his relationship with Katey, and continued cheating on her, now, with impunity. He didn’t even try to hide it. Not only was he openly holding hands and stealing sly kisses with girls in public places. He had told her more than once that he had fucked other girls. She stayed with him, and Jaan was too much of a coward to break up with her.

Two weeks before Prom after a tense and honest conversation with Katey, he decided to clean himself up. He stopped his bullshit with the other girls. He paid more attention to her. He remembered that he was her first real boyfriend, the first guy she had sex with, and he tried his best to work things out. He knew already he was going to break up with Katey right after graduation, but he wanted his last weeks with her to be good. He wanted to be good to her.

He still watched Santos though. That had never stopped. The truth was he couldn’t help himself. If he saw her around school, if they passed each other in the hallways he always looked at her. He always hoped she would look back at him, but she never did.

Jaan and Katey made a pretty picture at prom. She wore a beautiful light pink chiffon gown that swept gracefully across the floor and was encrusted with flashy diamonds around the single strap that gracefully laid on her shoulder. Her firm perky breast sat perfectly in the bodice and Jaan couldn’t help but be excited to take her out of it later. He wore a Navy suit with a tie that matched her dress. He kept it pretty low key, no cummerbund or flashy extra accessories, but his mother cried when she saw him. He looked just like his father.

They rented a limo with their friends and he held her hand tight. Katey looked at him beaming. She was happy, and Escort Jaan was glad to know that he was the source of her happiness, that he was doing something right for once. They had a good night. They laughed and danced, and she stayed close to his side, she was easily one of the most beautiful girls there, her red hair curled and gorgeous

Toward the end of the night Jaan saw Santos. She was clearly drunk, and laughing loudly with a group of people, mostly boys. She was sitting on the lap of one of them, he had his hands around her waist and was holding her inexpertly but possessively. She was wearing a short red halter dress with a high neck and a completely exposed back. She looked good, but completely unlike herself in a way that made Jaan uncomfortable and upset. Her hair was pulled off to the side with a gold clip, that was too flashy and too ostentatious for her low key and irreverent style. She wanted to impress someone. He figured it was that boy’s lap she was sitting on. The kids name was Jeremy. He was also a Senior, a skateboarder, who Jaan had bought weed from once. He was black and that made Jaan instantly jealous. Actually all the boys she sat with were black and so were their dates, and Jaan felt for the first time felt the insurmountable gap of race flow between them.

He watched her from the dance floor with Katey, for- he wasn’t sure how long. The longer he watched her the more his mood deflated, sliding down and dragging down his thoughts and movements. She was going to fuck that Jeremy kid. He knew it. The Jeremy kid kept moving his hand up to her bare back and caressing her there, and Jaan couldn’t stop himself from thinking of all the times he had kissed her there, or held her there. All the times she had shared her body with him. Now she was going to share it with some idiot on a skateboard who sold drugs.

He watched her lean into Jeremy and then whisper something in his ear that he laughed at hard, throwing his head back and baring his teeth. She had become someone else. This wasn’t the Santos he knew, not the girl with the funny stories and cruel jokes, not the girl who spent most of the time with her brothers and purposefully wore mismatched socks to school. Not the girl whose bed he had laid in, who he worshipped unwaveringly- who he had left. He didn’t know this girl.

Katey could sense his shift in mood, and he tried to his best to hide it from her, but she stared at him as he looked off the dance floor.

“What’s wrong?” she mouthed when she finally caught his eye through the dimmed lights and colorful strobes that criss crossed the dance floor. Jaan watched the purple and green lights dance across Katey’s face, her exuberant glow from earlier in the night was fading fast and he hated knowing that he was the one doing this to her. He looked at her, and pulled her close whispering in her ear.

“Are you having fun?” he asked

“Yes, but… what’s wrong you look so…”

Jaan squeezed Katey, and then pulled back and kissed her on the lips. He twirled her around and she laughed, so Jaan did it again before pulling her into an open mouthed kiss.

It was practice. In his lifetime, Jaan would learn to pay attention, adore, and eventually love women who were not Santos. He could be drawn to their beauty (this was always the easiest thing), their bodies and their voices. The way they made him feel, the way he could project his hidden desires onto them, they way he knew he could numb his feelings when he got sex. Katey was the first one, but there would be countless others eventually. Ones who helped him file away at that ache that never seemed to go away, who helped him forget, even if it was only temporary.

Jaan left Prom with Katey not long after that. She had to be home that night, but her parents had set her curfew for 2 am. Jaan’s mother would be leaving early the next morning around 5am for another one of her 2-week posts out in Pennsylvania. So he couldn’t take Katey back to his place. Instead they hung out with friends for a while at a Diner and then Jaan drove Katey to the commons of the local college campus and walked with her there for a while. They held hands, and they talked briefly about what would happen once he graduated. Jaan was purposefully vague, evasive, making sure to say nothing too concrete, and kissing her slowly, and purposefully whenever he felt like she might cry. Katey did not want the night to end, and Jaan was weak so he fucked her in the back seat of his car, with her straddling him and crying into his suit while he willed himself to not think about Santos.

He dropped her off eventually, an hour past her curfew. He watched her run into her house, and waited until her bedroom light turned on to drive himself back home. Jaan could hear the sounds of his mother’s heavy snoring when he opened the door to his house. He would miss it while she was away, and while he never thought himself much of a mama’s boy he suddenly realized that he would miss her when he went off to college. He didn’t have anyone else. It had been just the two of them his entire life, and standing in the middle of his foyer he felt incredibly lonely. He used to be so close to his mother when had they drifted away? And more pressing, why didn’t the one person he wanted unflinchingly without barriers want him back?

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When Ron walked back into the lounge, he noted that the lighting was different. The large light on the ceiling had been turned off. Lamps in the corners and by the television were on instead. The room was darker but more intimate now. The scent of the women’s perfume was pleasant. The atmosphere had changed.

Ron was curious about Helena after the earlier conversation. He saw what had to be her stood with Ibrahim 2, looking rather nervous as she chatted to him. She was indeed younger than the other women. Ron didn’t think she was twenty. She was pretty, not as pretty as Emma, but a great-looking girl. She had on less make-up than the others. Helena’s hair was very dark brown and long, reaching down her back. Her figure was slim, her breasts weren’t large but were in good proportion with her body. She wasn’t deeply tanned like the others, but instead seemed to have quite naturally dark, olive skin. To look at her, Ron thought there was an innocence, something virginal about her. He could see why Ibrahim had agreed for her to stay.

Everyone still stood in little groups around the rug in the centre of the room. The men had all taken their suit jackets off; Ron could see some of the jackets hanging over the backs of settees and armchairs at the edges of the room. Everybody had a drink. The men were helping themselves to the whiskey; he noticed that someone had brought another couple of bottles in.

Katie was in the room, in conversation with one of the English-speaking Arabs whose name Ron had forgotten. They were talking about restaurants in London and Katie was recommending one in Chelsea, by the hospital.

The first blonde to arrive earlier, Annabelle, stood in the far corner with Yousef and Mo. Yousef did not look like he was understanding much of the conversation but was smiling politely. The brunette, Victoria was chatting in an animated fashion with Ibrahim, the man Ron thought was called Faisal and a couple of other Arabs whose names he couldn’t remember. Ibrahim was laughing. Victoria was exceptionally busty. She wore a cream dress, cut low in the front. He noticed with amusement how all the men kept sneaking looks at her breasts.

Emma, the other blonde, the heartbreakingly beautiful one, had moved over to Helena, on the far side of the rug opposite Ron. They spoke to Ibrahim 2, who seemed to be amusing them.

‘Do you live in London Ron?’ said Katie. She was stood just to his left. Ron had been watching the room and was surprised to be addressed.

‘Yes. I live in Walworth. South of the river,’ he said.

‘Ooh, I don’t know Walworth,’ she said. ‘Is it nice?’

‘Well, it doesn’t look that great, but people with money are moving in, so it’s up and coming. There’s lots of bars and restaurants opening. I like it,’ he said.

‘Sounds nice. I live in the East End. It’s all hipsters. Lots of beards.’

‘I can imagine’ said Ron.

Katie didn’t reply. He saw her look over to the other side of the room and make eye contact with Victoria. The Arab gentleman Katie had been talking to did not know what a hipster was, so Katie began to try to explain. Across the room, Ron saw Victoria politely excuse herself from the conversation with Ibrahim, Faisal and the others. She looked to her right towards Annabelle, then left, at Emma and Helena. She walked towards Emma and Helena.

She walked up behind Emma, who, with her back to Victoria, did not realise she was there. She looped her hands under each of Emma’s arms, reached around and placed the palms of her hands softly on Emma’s breasts, while resting her body against Emma’s back. Emma was surprised at first but quickly relaxed. She caressed the backs of Victoria’s hands, and changed her posture, bending forward very subtly so that her rear end went back towards Victoria’s groin. They stayed like this for a few seconds. Victoria lightly stroked Emma’s breasts. She turned and Victoria released her hold. Victoria held her waist while her arms went up and around Victoria’s neck. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled and pressed themselves against each other. Emma leaned forward and very briefly kissed Victoria on the lips.

Annabelle, the other blonde, excused herself from Yousef and Mo and approached Helena. They smiled at each other as they embraced. Annabelle brushed her finger intimately against the side of Helena’s face. Ibrahim 2 walked around the rug and joined the others. The four women were in the far-right corner. All conversation in the room had stopped.

Emma and Victoria were positioned in such a way that Emma’s back was slightly turned towards Ron. They held each other; their faces close. The went to kiss but both tilted their heads the same way, which made them giggle. Victoria was looking into Emma’s eyes. He saw the way she looked at Emma, there was almost an element of wonder in her eyes as she looked at Emma’s face. They leaned slightly forward again and began to kiss. They kissed deeply, their tongues in each other’s mouths. Victoria’s eyes were closed.

Annabelle and Helena also began to kiss, but differently. They began with quick kisses, of split-second sex hikayeleri duration. Helena looked nervous. Annabelle held her around the waist, looked into her eyes and smiled reassuringly at her. She kissed her again, but this time opened her mouth wider and kissed Helena deeply.

Victoria had placed one hand on Emma’s rear, she slid the other up to one of her breasts. They kept kissing, enjoying each other’s mouths. Victoria opened her eyes. Ron could see how aroused she was. Victoria was feeling around Emma’s back for the zip on her black dress. The dress came open. Emma brushed the straps off of her shoulders, the dress slipped down. She stepped out of it. She was left in her black bra and panties. Her figure was incredible, she was fit and toned, her body was that golden tan colour, and her shaggy, curly blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Ron wondered if he’d ever seen anyone so attractive. Victoria brought her hands up and caressed Emma’s breasts, slowly, softly, before reaching around and, after a second or two of fumbling, getting her bra loose. The bra fell to the floor. Victoria caressed Emma’s now naked breasts again, before leaning down and sucking her left nipple, greedily, as if she wanted to swallow Emma’s left breast whole. Emma held the back of Victoria’s head as she suckled her. Victoria moved her face across and buried it between Emma’s breasts. Victoria’s eyes were closed. Emma looked down tenderly at her. Victoria pulled Emma’s panties down and let them fall, she brought her head up and kissed Emma again, deeply. Emma was naked now, whilst Victoria was still fully clothed. Emma’s tan was all over her body, there were no white bra or panty lines on her. Victoria reached around and squeezed her buttocks as she kissed her. Her right hand curved down and she slid the palm of her hand between Emma’s legs from behind, caressing her crotch.

Annabelle and Helena were kissing very deeply, both with their eyes closed. Every now and again they were forced to stop to breathe. Helena seemed to be kissing Annabelle passionately, and enjoying doing so, but still with an element of control, aware of the audience. Annabelle, in contrast, seemed transfixed. There was an urgency to her body language and movements, as she let go of Helena’s waist and held her face in her hands.

Victoria gently pulled Emma towards the middle of the rug. Both women kicked their shoes off. Victoria was fondling Emma’s breasts as they moved onto the rug. Emma reached out and briefly rubbed her right hand against Victoria’s crotch before taking it away again. She got down onto the rug in front of Victoria and lay on her back. Her legs were slightly open. She put her hands behind her head and lay there, looking up suggestively at Victoria, her facial expression almost challenging. Ron thought she was quite a sight, lying there.

Annabelle and Helena were still kissing, but now Annabelle was caressing Helena’s crotch as they kissed, moving her hand up and down, stroking her groin.

Victoria, still clothed, got down on to the rug next to Emma. She leant over and kissed Emma, whilst putting her left hand between Emma’s legs. Emma bucked her hips up against Victoria’s hand when she felt it against her vagina.

Victoria raised herself up and switched over to Emma’s other side so that she could touch Emma with her right hand. She put her middle and index fingers all the way into her own mouth, she was wetting them with saliva. She took her fingers out and reached towards Emma’s crotch, but then checked herself. She held the two wet fingers in front of Emma’s face and Emma took them into her mouth. Ron could see her tongue in her mouth working around Victoria’s fingers. Victoria brought her fingers out of Emma’s mouth. She moved her hands down between Emma’s legs and, accompanied by a sharp inhalation from Emma, slid them into her vagina.

Some of the men, Ron was too interested in what he was seeing on the rug to notice whom, moved across to get a better viewpoint of Emma’s exposed vagina as Victoria penetrated her. Emma’s legs were wide open, and Victoria began to move her fingers in and out, gradually increasing the depth and pace of her efforts. She was using almost a sawing motion, quickly moving her fingers in and out. As she did this, she was leaning her upper body over Emma so that their faces were close, they looked into each other’s eyes as the act continued.

Emma began to sigh, and to breathe deeply. She was moving her hips against Victoria’s hand. Victoria looked down at her fingers moving in and out of Emma. Ron felt that her face held a peculiar expression, she seemed to enjoy the view she had, and she seemed deeply aroused, but there was something else there, too. Ron thought it was pride. Victoria watched herself fingering Emma’s vagina and she seemed proud of her work, proud of what she was doing. Emma had started crying out every time her fingers went in. Her voice was soft, feminine. Victoria looked up again at Emma’s face, she leaned over and kissed her. They held the kiss despite the motion of their bodies as Victoria kept going. Suddenly Victoria porno hikayeleri withdrew from the kiss. She quickly moved down, repositioned her body so that she was kneeling between Emma’s legs. Her fingers were still in Emma’s now visibly swollen vagina. Victoria leaned over and put her face between Emma’s legs and licked at her greedily, almost compulsively. She continued the sawing motion of her fingers in and out of Emma as she licked her. Emma’s cries rose in pitch. She closed her eyes; she reached down and placed her left hand on the back of Victoria’s head and gently stroked her hair as she was licked and penetrated. She began to buck violently and squeezed her thighs together around Victoria’s head as she climaxed, screaming.

Ron had been so occupied by this show that he had not noticed Maria and Anabelle undressing. Helena’s body was gorgeous, and very natural. She didn’t look like she needed to do much work to look as great as she did. Helena still seemed quite nervous, and slightly timid. Anabelle was taking charge, and pulled Helena towards the middle of the rug, near to Emma and Victoria. They got into a sixty-nine position, with Helena on the bottom. As Helena began to lick Annabelle’s vagina, she reached forward and fondled Annabelle’s breasts.

Emma had kissed Victoria sweetly, seemingly in thanks for the orgasm she had been given. She looked drowsy now, deeply relaxed. Victoria got up. She climbed out of her dress. Her breasts were surgically enhanced, but they were spectacular. Emma rubbed her face into them and sucked on Victoria’s nipples. Beside them Annabelle and Helena continued to lick at each other.

Emma looked coyly up at the men as they watched the show. She smiled, and crawled on hands and knees over to Yousef, who was stood roughly in the middle of the pack of spectators around the rug. She reached out and stroked his groin. He looked down at her with a curiously neutral expression. Ron was aware of his own erection straining against his trousers. He took it for granted that the Arab men were as aroused as he was, if not more so. Yousef was visibly erect. Emma unfastened his zip, took his penis out of his trousers with her left hand, and took it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and started to suck on it, her head moving slowly up and down.

Victoria walked over to Ibrahim 2. She kissed him on the mouth, briefly, then also got down on her knees. She stroked his groin like Emma had done to Yousef. She unzipped him, took out his penis and began to suck on it. She took it deep into her mouth. Victoria also closed her eyes as she sucked.

On the floor, Annabelle came. Her body stiffened and shook, she emitted a series of short, staccato shrieks as she climaxed. She climbed off of Helena’s mouth and lay on her back, panting, looking embarrassed. With her left hand she lightly stroked and teased Helena’s mouth. Helena licked her fingers as they brushed over her lips.

Yousef orgasmed, ejaculating into Emma’s mouth with a gasp. She smiled up at him as she swallowed the load. She found another Arab, unzipped him, and started to suck again. Ibrahim was stroking himself though his suit trousers. He suddenly walked onto the rug, up to Annabelle who was still laying on her back, recovering. He stooped to grab at her hand and pulled gently. Annabelle rose to her feet. She embraced Ibrahim and kissed him on the cheek. She took his arm and led him out of the room. Someone walked right past Ron, his suit jacket brushing against Ron’s hip. It was Mo, who went after Ibrahim and Annabelle. Ibrahim looked back at Mo. They exchanged a look as the three of them went to the right out of the door, towards the stairs.

Helena looked nervously at Katie, who gestured with her eyes towards Victoria and Emma, both busily performing oral sex. Helena moved over towards Faisal, who was stood nearest to her. She was on her knees and went to unzip his trousers, but he stopped her. Taking her hand, he invited her to stand. He placed a hand around her waist and steered her towards the door. They too headed towards the stairs.

Ibrahim 2 suddenly pulled his penis out of Victoria’s mouth. He reached down to her shoulders to gently pull her upwards, and Victoria raised herself in response. He ejaculated onto her massive breasts, groaning as he did so. Victoria started to rub the semen into her skin. Katie, stood next to Ron, twisted around to rummage in her large handbag on the floor behind her, before producing a pack of wet wipes. She took one and, kicking off her shoes, walked onto the rug and wiped the semen off of Victoria. Victoria stood up. One of the men whose name Ron didn’t know claimed her and took her out.

Emma’s current partner in crime ejaculated into her mouth. Again, she swallowed the load. Another Arab man, one of the non-English speakers who’s name Ron didn’t know, took her out of the room, towards the stairs. Katie was holding the wet wipe. She followed Emma and the three men. Before she reached the door, she gestured with her eyes to Ron that he should come with her.

***

Ron knew where the bin was. He opened the cupboard seks hikayeleri for Katie, and she dropped the wet wipe in. She washed her hands. The hand soap by the sink was scented to smell like lemons.

‘Ok. If you could just keep doing the rounds, keeping an eye on things, that would be great. These chaps love bum sex, love it, can’t get enough… With Emma, Vicky and Annabelle that’s fine, but they’ll try it on with Helena, I know they will, and that’s what I particularly need you to keep an eye on. She doesn’t want to do any bum stuff, so please don’t let them,’ said Katie.

‘I’ll keep an eye out’ said Ron.

‘Do you know what double penetration is?’ asked Katie.

‘Yes,’ said Ron.

‘Ok, well Vicky will do that, if she feels like it, if the guys she happens to be with aren’t too big, but not the others. If you see any of the other girls doing that you need to step in. It’s unlikely though, these guys are pretty ok… Vicky’s the one with the boobs,’ said Katie.

***

Annabelle was in the first occupied room he came to. Ibrahim and Mo were in there with her. Annabelle was naked except for her stockings. She was on the double bed, positioned on all fours diagonally across it, facing away from the doorway. Ibrahim was sodomising her, forcefully. He was naked but for his unbuttoned shirt. At the other end, Mo was positioned in front of Annabelle, his penis in her mouth. Annabelle grunted loudly as Ibrahim thrust himself rhythmically into her rectum, but Mo’s penis in her mouth was muffling the sounds, distorting them.

As Ron stood in the doorway watching, he heard steps on the stairs behind him. Yousef and another of the non-English speakers had come up. They nodded toward Ron, Yousef raised his hand in greeting, then moved on towards the back of the house, towards the other bedrooms.

Victoria was a couple of doors down. The chap she was with was a non-English speaker. Ron could remember him at the restaurant, sat next to Yousef. Now he lay on top of Victoria. She was lying on her front on the bed, totally naked. The Arab’s arms were around her, he held her breasts in the palm of his hands and thrust his pelvis against her. It looked like he was penetrating Victoria anally, and she breathed heavily as he thrust at her. There was a framed print of a painting of three ballet dancers on the wall above the bed, which Ron liked the look of.

Faisal was with Helena. They were kissing. Ron was surprised that things had not moved on further. Faisal sat at the edge of the bed. Helena was on his lap facing him, straddling him. She was stroking his groin as they kissed. His hands were on her hips, holding her close to him. He kissed her urgently, the same way that Annabelle had kissed her downstairs. Faisal saw Ron stood outside the room in the corner of his eye. He didn’t react.

Katie hadn’t been lying about the chaps’ fondness for anal sex. Ron eventually found the room Emma was holed up in. She was on all fours on a bed and was also being sodomised, by the other non-English speaker. Yousef and the other chap who had come up the stairs with him were stood, naked, watching them. Yousef was masturbating as he watched. Emma was facing the door. She looked up at Ron. The man seemed to be withdrawing from her quite slowly, then going back in very quickly and hard. She omitted high pitch cries when his penis moved into her. She looked at Ron as he watched, she seemed genuinely aroused. She lowered her head and looked away to her left. The man began to grunt, and sped up his thrusts. He came loudly, crying out. He dismounted from her and pulled at the condom to take it off of his penis. Yousef quickly climbed onto the bed. Emma stayed as she was. There were condoms on the bed. He put one on and positioned himself behind her. He penetrated her anally, quickly finding his rhythm. He held her waist in his hands, and sometimes he seemed to move her body laterally with his arms as he thrust at her. Emma turned her head and looked up and back at him, as if to verify that he was enjoying himself. He smiled and kept going. Yousef’s penis had looked larger than the previous gentleman’s. Emma would sometimes a supress a grimace of discomfort as he drove himself into her. Ron could not help but feel very aroused. Emma was a stunningly beautiful woman and watching them doing this to her was quite a spectacle.

Ron suddenly felt that he was getting too wrapped up in watching the show when he should be working, watching over all of the proceedings. As he was about to head back down the hall towards Helena and Faisal, Yousef came, thrusting hard into Emma as he finished. He leaned over and kissed the back of her right shoulder in thanks before dismounting. The third Arab was already putting on a condom. He was less well-endowed than Yousef. His penis was very fully erect. Emma stayed as she was on all fours but, whilst before she had been resting the weight of her upper body on her forearms on the bed, she now straightened her arms and placed the palms of her hands on the bed, raising her torso, and giving an arch to her back that, to Ron, looked incredible. The third Arab penetrated Emma anally, like the others. He reached out, held the tops of Emma’s shoulders and began to sodomise her, rhythmically, powerfully, breathing heavily as he did so. Emma looked down at the sheets below her face as he took her.

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