There are five of us lounging on my JC Penney blue floral wild tanglewood rug. I moved my two fabric club chairs to the edge of the room to give us space, and am keeping the sofa folded up. I left the blinds open slightly, so we could glimpse the blowing snow outside and be aware of dawn.
The Jew has a horsy face, but nice lips, and is under thirty with a very, very fat c**k. He seems happy to be here and willing to do most anything. There is a dark-skinned Mediterranean man with a decent body lying flat on the floor naked, ass in the air. He does not speak and may be asleep. The youngest is clearly on drugs and incredibly thin, but skinny in that youthful wiry way. His tummy is granite-hard to the touch. He is Puerto Rican and angry. He’s also very controlling.
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