Well, I sat down on the kitchen high stool drinking wine whiles she cooked Pasta gamberetti e spinaci (Pasta with shrimps and spinach) à la Thesa which I adored.“Has he called?” Thesa questioned and I knew who she was talking about.“I don’t know. Gay sex You’re still getting stuffed with this dick, faggot!” There was no room for argument, and I hated myself for not exercising a little more self-control today, though my hungry hole was twitching like a bitch in heat, wanting to be filled and stretched by his cock.Marcus was supposed to be on his way visiting his family for the weekend and I thought I had the whole place to myself. What I was lacking was someone who was worth risking it all for.“You look like shit!” Thesa said when she opened the door for me.“I feel like crap!” I confessed and she stood aside for me to enter their house.“Is Marcus taunting you with his sexy self again?” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully at me and I had to laugh at her silliness.
