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Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
You know that I love you both like the sort of brothers and sisters I never had whom I'd talk to on the internet all the time without ever actually meeting them, but you guys are either going to have to talk more about the sex or less. Take your pick.
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Sheesh. I jumped him at the airport, draged him home, had sex with him (him on top, I think), fed him, had more sex with him (me on top, mostly), sort of fell asleep, woke up delighted to find him fucking me at some point in the middle of the night, dozed some more, woke up and blew him, lounged in bed some more, experimented with a side position that worked rather well, rolled out of bed and took him for food, showed him my favorite piece of art in Houston, took him home and fucked him, sat around the living room listening to music, and went back to bed for more sex. That was the first 24 hours.
Coltrane was right about setting records. My inner thighs are sore, his abs are sore, but we're not as old as we thought we were.
