She walked past him and turned the oven on, preheating it to four-hundred-fifty degrees. “That’s quite a story,” she tight said, taking a standing rib roast out of the refrigerator and placed it on a cutting board. Rachel was frowning, while she rubbed the roast vigorously with Worcestershire Sauce and then with coarse ground black pepper and sea salt. She made a series of 1/4 inch deep slits all over the top and sides and pushed garlic cloves into them. She then put the roast in a heavy cast iron roasting pan, bones down. “Do you need help preparing dinner? Is there anything Hardcore you want me to do? Do you like your roses? You haven’t said. What about your favorite candy?” “No, I don’t need your help!” and she picked up the pan and slammed it on the cutting board. “Don’t assume you can bribe me or that I’m stupid? You’ve done quite enough, thank you, and you haven’t answered my question; how could you?” “How could I what? I’m not having an affair. I love you. I explained everything to you. Nothing happened. Do you have anything constructive to say to me, any questions?” He asked, trying to keep his temper. “No, I have eyes, and ears and my mind is tits made up,” she said checking the oven temperature, and satisfied slid the roasting pan in and set the wind-up kitchen timer for fifteen minutes. “Damn it, girlfriend Rachel!” He exclaimed, standing up, and raising his voice. He accidentally overturned his chair, frustrated with her for being so cold and skinny distant. “I’m trying to reason with you,” he added, lowering his voice, now angry she was acting this way. He picked up the chair and put it back in place with a loud thump. “Don’t raise your voice to me, Mr. McCord, and stop throwing and banging the furniture around like an angry child. I’m not interested in your lame excuses, or your sob story, and I’m not the person caught with a naked woman. All the evidence points to an affair. Your bimbo was all over you the other night. I ignored it because I trusted you, and now this. You admitted to me you’re a hound. “Yes sir, they do have them plus is high-speed internet and free cable TV,” girlfriend she said with a grin. Both Deb and I just smiled and waved at them. “This cock has just come out of your brothers arse Jane. Steve was the first to cum again. “I wanted tits to... lie with her.” My Hardcore heart thundered in my chest. While I will be obliged to hide it for the rest of my life by wearing boots, or perhaps clothing that does not reveal below my shins, there will be less risk of accidentally baring an ankle than there would be from a loose sleeve slipping to reveal a slave band on my wrist. “I know!” I hissed. Because my mind was working on today’s checklist of ‘to dos’ skinny made me unaware that someone had crept up behind me. I felt the pair of lips kissing the back of my neck. Laura used her foot to kick at Erica's cunt again, and then began to undress herself from her princess dress. Fuck. Several city buses dropped off more. I held my cock in tightly until the passion of orgasm began to fade. To nobody in particular, June said, as if reading poetry, "It seems our little horny whore, has had some cock up here before." They were warm and soft and Harry loved holding them in his hands. Jake Freemon - Main character It was a tight memorable year that I still recall fondly, every time I put a cock in my mouth.