Based on "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service From far and from wide, there are tales of pride For every school in the land. Of the basketball team or the homecoming queen Of the cheerleaders or marching. He didn’t ask again. He got undressed and came into bed with me. He lay close, but didn’t try to embrace me. I was relieved. It occurred to me at last why I felt so ambiguous towards him. I didn’t want his pity. I didn’t deserve it. Long after Sasha’s breathing told me he was asleep, I lay in the same position, eyes open, looking at the street light outside the bedroom window. The thoughts I had been avoiding kept trying to sneak into my head, I had become too tired to fight them off now. The. When he stopped at the coffee shop he figured he could grab something for Danny, who doesn't like coffee, right? He stopped by IT first thing to chat with Danny and drop of the mocha. Sara was at the desk when he walked in. "Well hello, thank you Mr cute coffee man. What did you bring for me?" She beamed as she saw him come in carrying two coffees. "Oh, sorry, this is for Danny. Is he here?" she visibly deflated as she realized he wasn't here for her. "He is upstairs on six fixing something. Wave after wave of ecstasy radiates from my centre. My clit is alive whilst my bum seems to finds it's own orgasm.I sense the boys own ejaculations building and in time with one another, their cocks fill pussy and bum, spurting cum deep inside me. Around us, they have all forsaken their own hand to masturbate the one next to them and each of then groan as their own cum flies in great globs to splatter us over and over.Still I ride and each time an orgasm subsides, another glob of cum hits me,.Read More